BREEZES
Virginia Salter

breezes sweep the sky
just watch debris go by
cleaning every nook and  cranny
sand blasting every kid and nanny

moving real estate
through and o’er the gate
settling it somewhere
as it clears the air

well, it’s not exactly true
I just trade soils and junk for new
mine heads easterly
while yours comes right at me

I guess I should be glad
that you don’t fill your pad
with ‘nure and old tin cans
to rise o’er desert sands

so I’ll just sneeze and shake
from allergies that quake
the very core of me
that’s how it’s got to be, I see

© August 31.  2000