The Blow Away Soon by Sandra Hill

POEM: The blow away soon*

A poem by Sandra Hill

BY SANDRA HILL

When the wind comes,
go to a high place
and there, build
an altar,
of sticks and stones.

Look through your pockets.
Open your fists.
Let the sand from your shoes.
Shake the scent from your skin.

Some things are for keeping,
others for the wind.

*From Betsy James’s Blow Away Soon (1995), published by Putnam Juvenile.

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