We turned our backs against the bitter wind,


Heads bent, we scanned the ground instead of sky—
Heads bent, we scanned the ground instead of sky—
What’s that below? A fallen star? Hmm no,
What’s that below? A fallen star? Hmm no,
A burrowing cactus, trying to stay warm
A burrowing cactus, trying to stay warm

5 responses to “We turned our backs against the bitter wind,”

  1. A burrowing cactus.
    Have you read (have I already mentioned?) the poem by Adrienne Rich called Phantasia for Elvira Shatayev? Sadly, no burrowing cactus there, but that’s why your’s is so lovely –

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