Sunday, November 25, 2012

Desert Wind


Desert Wind

I hear the creaks and moans of the house
As the gale pushes and forces us
The land my grandfather cultivated and grew
Blows across the grasses as a tan ocean
Bits of dirt carried along with tumbleweeds
More than air currents it is created from
A raging presence that demands attention

Carrie Lin R. Jones March 26, 2000

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