And now a great plume
of Saharan dust has crossed
and circles the Caribbean,
Yellowing noon.
My skin has never traveled
that far — just — swirls about
as I shuffle my feet.
Image: Peter Hammer on Unsplash
Poetry by Devon Brock
And now a great plume
of Saharan dust has crossed
and circles the Caribbean,
Yellowing noon.
My skin has never traveled
that far — just — swirls about
as I shuffle my feet.
Image: Peter Hammer on Unsplash
Wait does that mean you’re the sand?
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Maybe so, maybe so. Sand with a gastrointestinal tract.
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This is fantastic.
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Thank you so much.
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Lovely stuff..out in the wilderness, 40 days and nights.
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Thanks for stopping by my friend.
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