I like this poem in winter since it reminds me of my favorite
city, Miami, where it's never winter.
Dust and Sand
The tropical green
Bananas bend in the wind
A warm sea rain begins to fall
A night of orange city sky
My daughter's laughter from another room
In the darkness of the den
I am content to be what I have become:
Just another apologist for Adam's Fall--
But here, it is still summer
And the heat is remembered
By the sand
Which does not apologize
For the dust from which we are made to sin,
Or for the dust to which shall we return as sinless as the sand.
