The Wind Poem by Courtney Shanahan

The Wind



He lays there silently under the roof of the trees.
Listerning to the whisper. She blows the flowers off the bush and one flies down and lands on his nose.
He stands up.
He sees no one but the swirling of the leaves around him.
He hears her whisper again as she pushes him to the tree.
He climbs the tree.
As he climbs a slug crawls on his hand. It feels like runny jelly moving on a piece of glass.
She calls his name and he climbs faster.
Finally after some agonising minutes he reaches the top.
He sits there knowing she is there.
He can feel her tickling the back of his neck with hear hands of air.
The memories come flooding back like the drain in a storm
He misses her

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