The Wind Poem by Juan Olivarez

The wind
Is not really my friend
You know.

Though sometimes
He cools off my body
In summer
By blowing on
My skin.

And sometimes
He can be mischievious
By blowing girl's skirts
Up over their heads.

The wind
Is not really my friend
You know.

Though once
He blew part
Of my roof
Across the street.

And once
He tore my kite
To bits
While wrapping it
Around some wires.

That was long ago though
No he's not really
My friend.

He hasn't blown
Many skirts
Over any heads
Recently either.

5/15/14 Alton Texas