Winds Rip Along the Shore

Winds rip along the shore turning yellow

and then so hot that red isn’t red enough

so blue comes to mind.

Cold heat slashes against your face as you trudge

up the coast, lift your head only to see fast

moving clouds two inches

overhead.  Lieutenant Leaphorn, from big sky country,

said it best when he visited his female friend in Chicago.

The sky’s too low in the Midwest —

except on a sunny day. Then you don’t have to lower your head

against the fierce wind.  You can stare up into the blue,

blue sky while your chin gets red, white and blue frostbite.

But what the hey! The sun is out and it’s a great day. And then you

come to your senses, turn around, walk backwards

and see Louis Sullivan wink right at you.