By kevin urenda
Date: 27 February 1999

lines in the sand

delineation
the fuzzy outline of me
drawn as some lines
in the sand on an
unbelievably windy spring day
when the dust from the
outline obscures what it
is supposed to define.
Just who am I?
What is supposed to be me?
What has ever been the
definition of my life?
Dust
quintessence of desert
particulates of me,
blowing in the wind...
Wandering about in
search of some place to
settle to coalesce
to become clay again...

2/11/99