The Wind Poem by Oualid Alamghouz

The Wind
It's afternoon and wind is blowing.
I can't go outside
Because of the wind.
My friend and I will stay inside.
It's afternoon and we can't hangout.
We won't be able to give the telephone number we wrote in papers.
Or see those cars with beautiful eyes passing by.
It's because of the blowing wind.
If wind were not here we would smell the perfume of the passing cars that winked at us.
Oh wind! Can you stop till tomorrow and finish your mission then?
It's afternoon.
Let our eyes go right and go left.
Oh wind. Imagine you were me.
How would you feel?
Wouldn't you be sad because you will not see the cars coming and going?
Please stop and let us go outside.

June 24
2017 Poem by
Oualid Alamghouz.