[Rachel]

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).]