WIND CHILDREN

by Barry Butson
Ontario, Canada



The wind children are on the swings again
See them pumping higher
on wooden seats hanging
from thick, yellow rope
tied to the bottom of our upper deck

Two girls, one a bit older
with darkish hair and a frown
The other blond and a smiler

See the wind children play
but do not go out and ask
them questions           They are shy
and will not speak       They
prefer to swing unbothered,
loving only each other

But you can stand here
at the patio door
and watch

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