It stood up unexpectedly,
there, by the fence.
We were discussing things of no importance.
It didn’t glance at you, or me,
but threw dirt at the sun,
and swept its cloak across us, and was gone.
Clothes wilted on our bodies. The old habit
of flesh returned. We blinked away the grit.
Something had changed.
It was only a wind, we thought.
Something to do with heat
and the earth’s surface.
And yet how totally it rearranged
the space between us.
Hilary Biehl’s poems have appeared in Blue Unicorn, Think, New Verse Review, and elsewhere. Her poetry collection, Giants Crossing (Kelsay), received the Poetry by the Sea Book Award. She lives in New Mexico.
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