the wind flows across the plains
and brings with it warm air, the smells of summer.
And pollen. The wind brings pollen that causes allergies
to flare and my eyes to dry out, my throat to scratch and rasp.
The wind pushes and pulls doors when I try to get
in and out of buildings and my car.
It shuts doors on me and shunts me along the sidewalk
as if I’m just another piece of debris that piles in the gutters
all the year long in this windswept place.
The wind ushers in threatening clouds filled with rain
and hail and twists into funnels that rip and tear, rending
the earth and metal spread across the prairie land.
Wind whips sleet into my eyes and ice across the roads.
But that same wind swirls through grass and tugs at skirts,
flips hair, and touches my cheek.
Windswept curses turned to caresses.