My Neighbors’ Roofs

My neighbor’s roofs are simple lined, Red-dusty tiles beneath the heat Of desert sun and desert street.

My neighbor’s roofs are strong designed, Bearing with narrowed eaves the flail Of sands and dashing summer hail.

My neighbor’s rooftrees walk with grace When by entangled poplar shade Long evening traceries are made.

My neighbor’s rooftrees take my hand And lead me through day’s paling light To the calm beauty of the night.