The Wind Speaks

      after the poem Wind by James Arthur

Laurie Kuntz

It’s true—sometimes I cannot stop myself
and something sweet, like sugared coffee
set on a summer porch, spills.

A door slams before anyone is allowed
into a warm yellowing room.

The cap that protects from the rage of noon
flaps in a kite dance.

But then again, I am there to make chimes spin,
spread a crimson sheet of cherry blossoms over grey streets
and settle powdered snow banks against a decaying brick wall.

And you, I can change your moods and cool an anger,
make you hear the song of stones
sweeping red earth away.

You can see a clearing
in the horizon, get a different view
as I slap you in an embrace…
                             And carry blood to your cheeks.

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Laurie Kuntz is an award-winning poet and film producer. She taught creative writing and poetry in Japan, Thailand and the Philippines. She has published one poetry collection and two chapbooks, as well as an ESL reader (The New Arrival). Her poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and her chapbook, Simple Gestures, won the Texas Review Poetry Chapbook  Contest.  Her new poetry collection, The Moon Over My Mother's House, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press in 2021. https://lauriekuntz.myportfolio.com/home-1

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