Red velvet walls, red velvet walls
Faded red velvet takes night from
The hands of poets, carries stories
Carries rhymes to a later stage,
A higher balcony.

It doesn’t snow often in the desert.
Tonight, snowflakes fat as
Graham-crackers fall fast
From low, no-traction clouds,
Cover strained headlights
Send streetlamps spinning
Like bald tires
On dream wet blacktop.