Ghost in the Snow

Big windy day in southwestern Utah
Birds appeared flung across the dusty blue sky

Resurrection Sunday was ten days away
Already the leaves and the tourists were out

Already the heat was returning to flash
On the dashboards of slowly baking parked cars

Already bodies longing for Canada
Were noting the snowbirds turning around north

More and more it was feeling like time was up
And the question was only how long the wind

Could keep blowing past the edge of the cliff now
Gone time Wile E Coyote was in the air