Thursday, November 22, 2012

Caravan

With creases in his
Forehead like the
River Nile branching
Out in all directions
Yet dry as the sands
Of the Sahara drifting
Down dune sharpened
Cheeks occasionally
Suffering a nomadic
Tear just another wary
Creature in search of
An oasis watching for
Any movement in the
Undulating distance
Searching any idea to
Sustain or refrain him
Of all he’d ever borne
Together or alone as
Footprints erase from
The ever shifting
Mirage of life

KE

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