I've been a little less straightforward, Julie, but hopefully you will consider this an acceptable answer to your challenge:
How can this child, this hollow wisp,
hurl smiles like a nor'easterly wind
breaks into a hermit's solaced house,
gusting hurly burly through the walls?
Flower stems can shatter stone,
deftly parting a sea of rock; her tiny,
captivating giggle can roar and swell
turbulently in my desert ears. I can't leave
her grin behind; it will not cease its chase.
Rachel
[This message has been edited by Rachel (edited June 27, 2001).]
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