Blowing Sand in Texas
Verse from “Warning to Lovers,” published in All the Night Wings
They are the lovers of too permanent things
Who clasp too long one woman, one bright sin —
Growing aware of time! Ah, take the road
To windy places where the blown sand sings!
They live most easily who love but thin
Brown grass and tumbleweed, and small, wise toad.
Photo by Terry Ross | Flickr
