Sastrugi

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

Sastrugi, carved by the wind,
only it was not sand or snow
and it was not wind that pushed and piled your names along the hallways where
I walk with God:
it was you.

I don't know what happened to the words.
One night, it was colder than the others.
A lost white alphabet came tumbling out of the sky
filling our silent, gaping mouths
and pressing ice to our lips and wide eyes to keep them closed.

Two points of light and no connection.
If only I could roll to you the way the wind rolls across the tundra,
roaring in your ears
so you could never be unaware.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at No more cold-hearted illusions
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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