Sunday, January 13, 2008

Tricky Wind

The winter desert wind is tricky,
like the seemingly soft touch of a jumping cholla.
The wind brushes my skin,
cool air that can only originate from water,
with the fresh smell of a Lake Michigan summer day.
But all that sand, that deep sand that sparkles under my feet
leads only to more sand--
an ocean without a drop of water.

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