a
tiresome day
I waited
on the side of a dusty road.
oh, what a tiresome day!
the sun burned a hole in the sky,
above my head,
marking the middle of the day.
its long lashes dried my face.
my breath
was scorched like a desert wind, marveling
around the Bedouin’s caravan.
suddenly,
the buzzing sound from afar
started to measure the distance
in ever increasing waves.
a dark twister swept by
raising the clouds of gray dust,
wrapping loneliness in cocoons,
leaving them behind,
on the side of a dusty road
c:NKO10/4/12
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