White Sands

Dunes of white
greet my gaze
from my office window
snow drifted in the lee
of the third story,
the slate roof,
down on the roof below
white dunes, calling
squirrel surfers
reptilian, snakes
to course across it
like in nature films
of the dry deserts
around the globe
caught in moving
sands of white
in the building,
shifting winds
after the Nor’easter
brought a joke
a challenge
this St. Patty’s ‘morn


March 17, 2007 11:38



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