Sue Selmer, Wind

When it tears through, fearful things happen:

trees topple, roofs fly apart,

lines come down, power goes out.

I’m never easy in rising wind.

 

After four weeks, between chemo series,

she’ll be allowed home for a week or two.

She longs for fresh air, wind in her hair,

hair she no longer has.

 

Now into the first weeks of autumn,

I leave the hospital after today’s visit,

walk out into the brewing storm,

breathe in the lashing rain and wind.

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