Wednesday, July 08, 2020
DESERT WIND
Desert wind.
The smell of
camel, its
slick spit, grime
of the salt
it carries
walking towards
death. You hear,
in the distance,
djinn promising
water, the sweet
taste of dates,
of green shade
and women.
You can almost
see them, before
you turn back
to another
thousand miles,
duty
before love.
