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June sweat meandered down my brow
as I daydreamed out the classroom window


The teacher’s voice was muted by restless,
shifting bodies, writhing at their desks


Throbbing faces turned as one
to speed the plodding clock


Recess – swelled to bursting – unleashed
a thunderstorm of feet


Through the steel doorway all of us ran
flooding the playground – a delta of children


The sun, melting and naked,
squinted our eyes, visored by hands


Running, you brushed past me
to the burnished, towering jungle gym


Turning, I focused on a wonder,
mesmerized and dazzled


The whirlwind was the first I’d ever seen
It raced across the playground shifting, turning, dancing


Every gyration brought it closer
to the bars on which you sat


Then the spinning dust collided
with your dangling, slender legs


A swirling wind caressed me as I traced
a path up glistening flesh to a skirt lifted briefly by a breeze


You shifted your weight for modesty,
your rising brows questioning me


Looking down I saw dirt upon my shoes
and realized I’d never bowed my head except for prayer


The sudden bell of order blared
and the tide of children ebbed


You brushed past before filing close to me
your hair was gold and tousled, yet smelled of sweat and steel


As class resumed we took our seats,
glanced at the teacher, then smiled


The teacher’s voice was distant
as you scribbled on some paper


I heard you faintly whisper
as I gazed out of the window


And I longed to be near the
jungle gym with a whirlwind blowing through you