The dune grass blades sway
Less today than yesterday.
Trickster breeze teases.

Kokopelli breeze
grins from the top of the trees.
They sway as in play.

The dune grass looks up
in earnest supplication.
“Trickster, let us play.”

“Relax, gentle friends,
Perhaps on another day,
I will come and play.”

“Please make it today.”
Then the trickster left the trees.
Grass swayed in the breeze.