Sleeping Bear
The great nomadic swales of sand
ever migrating, never home.
Adolescent earth
The dune grass bent, at prayer
pilgrims cowering
at the hem of a gale
Sometimes, your voice cedes to the wind,
the ancient master,
as he chisels and erases
Distant, the lake a heaving furnace,
hammering.
Willing partner in dance
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