The Silky White Hill

The silky white hill glints at me,

untouched by feral hooves

and bunny tracks.

Only the wind and sun

have had their fun 

sledding without a trace.

Don’t you just want to roll in it!?

Crush its crust by stomping your feet 

into a heart & sending it to your lover?

Or dropping on your back to look up 

at the heavens, praying you’ll become an angel 

instead of this cold heap of a mortal

who has just disrupted the peace,

and made a mess upon this tiny strip of Earth.