Sand Barren
February 6, 1990
Flat on your stomach for a day You'd see catchfly
sleeping, Venus Looking in her glass, the
slow Opening and closing Of earthstars, ladies'
tresses Nodding to the hog-nosed
snake Who slides past the deer's Double indentations, Loosening the grains of
sand On the hoofprint's lip. In
dreams You'll see the avalanche.