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By the Black Desert

Par |2019-02-23T06:00:19+00:00 13 janvier 2013|Catégories : Blog|


Before the dunes, savage

aru­gu­la stret­ched in fields

across a bed of crus­ted clay and rock.


Wind era­sed my tracks from each crest

by the time I’d rea­ched the next rise.

What else did I expect ?


Each mor­ning, the Sahara

unfol­ded gol­den wings

for me, for wan­de­rers, for no one.


For anyone there to notice.

Never time enough to feel

like I belon­ged whe­re­ver I was.


Lush aru­gu­la ripe for the picking.

Desert weed. Nobody would eat that.

Too wild, too strong.