Poem of the Day, Listen & Be Heard Weekly

The wind comes from opposite poles,
travels slowly, lost, & often collides.
The south warm wind doesn't always
touch face with the north wind cold.
Debbie turns inward the deep air of despair.
Dan walks inside a cloud of his own hardly noticing her.
She readies herself for him, shakes out
her hair, waits for the phone to ring.
She makes up her eyes to charm him;
she smiles nonstop when Dan is near.
The sun warms her teeth when she is smiling
walking in the cold-it's still winter.
Inside her heart are gold filled teeth
the tip of her tongue drags across her vision-
moistens the shine, deepens the color,
the tint intention.
Dan brushes the dust from his suit
& straightens his tie.
He smokes African reefer with his vacations
& his fears & vision suffer.
Dan is on his way to see Debbie,
& they're already calling each other sweetheart
but the wind is strong, & currents
could carry them in different directions.
And the north wind is strong.,
& the south wind is everything.