| Windswept Sonnet (April 2000) On the first warm afternoon of the spring, my body needing more activity, I drove to the public beach desiring to glimpse the sky and walk next to the sea. The forecast true, the winds came up and ran Across the whitecapped waters to the shore And with handfuls of needle-sharpened sand Pelted people who had come out in scores. A woman ran toward me in hot pursuit of a dollar bill swept from her digits; I held my ground, lunged for the passing loot, but it zigzagged by and I just missed it. And there, tangled, leaning against the wall A couple kissed, oblivious to all. |