Fighting The Wind Poem by Lee Boueri

An up hill battle on my way home

Wrestling the wind holding me back.

It whistles against the city's noise

Wrapping lampposts beginning their evening shift

taking over from the setting sun

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Interrupting thoughts on my journey home

I recall a time when the wind was a breeze on a hot summer's day.

tinged with whisks of your perfumed hair

A better time, another place

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Have you been touched by this wind today?

Did I just hear it whistle your name?

Did it lift from your hair a strand?

Or is it your thoughts it blows my way?

Did the wind dry a tear as it lifted your smile

and bought it all the way here,

to replace my thoughts, to remind me of you?

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Are those your whispers that have sailed these miles

or just the hopes and dreams of another fool in the wind?

I pound the pavement with my two companions,

my thoughts and the wind

I button my coat to shield my heart from their cold, biting sting.