atop the pyramid he stands
dirty khaki meets worn leather
cradling tired feet
a face neglected, etched
by blowing sand
unkept nails scrape stone
carved by long dead men
hands work furiously
as body fights wind
the force of mind
molds an aerodynamic form
the model complete
time to depart
a strong arm
in one motion
a plane flown
the picture
a lost love
now gliding
falling
with dry wind
and
sand.
—
April 17, 2002; July 8 2004
