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.