An endlessness of sand. A world of sand.
Crow lifts Crow’s foot off sun-hot sand, and lifts
the other. Long late light, a last and slanted
longing light, a sandy sun slides down
the slip-face, dune sidelong illuminated.
Wind lofts Crow’s wings, Crow lifted from the sea
of sand, bird borne from barchan, tilts a tip
of wing, then tumbles, topples in the lee
and sheltered slip-face side. A feather-flick
and righted Crow arises, risible,
lands on the crest again. Crow lifts Crow’s foot
off sun-hot sand, and lifts the other one.
Sand scatters, sunset wind. Aloft, Crow leaps,
at last, in late and slanted laughing light.

1. 
   Theriomorph 2007 09 24 at 11:02:19 am

   “late and slanted laughing light” - yes, exactly the light of now, the autumn gold of afternoon in diagonal planes, a final heat and abundance.

   This is beautiful.

   I would like to be a crow in the Sahara now, please.

2. 
   Matt 2007 09 24 at 9:34:27 pm

   This is fantastic.

   Matt