In Poetry on February 19, 2014 at 5:00 pm

Polar wind dances

across cracked, arid



A youthful grin

overcome with fear

watches the dust fly.


The devil is in that dust.

The icy marshes are in

migration. Tom Joad can



Who needs water

but the animals,

who needs dust but the Earth?


The polar winds have come

to finish the sculpture.

Our youthful grin emerges

and is wiped clean.


What’s been going on here?

Who’s in charge?



Zack Henry, USA

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