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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