WALKING ALONG THE EDGE OF WINTER:

I met a dog made of sand,
Who was a doorman in a previous life,
With old man’s eyebrows,
A gentle soul in a Red tie,
Greeting everyone who walks into the room with a smile,
The room fills with conversation,
And as a finger points to the sky,
He puts his head in the lap of a woman,
With the Blackest hair in the world,
Who rests her face on her knuckles,
And looks around,

The dog of sand,
Noticing her indifference,
Transforms into a winter jacket,
To go skiing from another previous life,

(K)