A time when I become something else
A place where I become someone else
Give me canary
Violet, indigo, azure
Crimson, cardinal, coral
The many-headed serpents
Protect the temple
Protect its people
Protect Buddha and Buddhism
So too does Nature
Carve and weather
Heave and crumble
Building castles
Made of stone
There was a little breeze, a few roofed camping platforms, so we parked ourselves beneath one while the ’79 Holden Gemini baked out in the sun.
Waving goodbye to Patime, who sold baskets, Zuhra aimlessly made her way across the street, being careful to take in all the sights of the nearly closed marketplace before innocently stopping outside Tahir’s shop.
Some get the blues
They can’t condone
The forest stripped
To barest bone
Like today, in this dry desert heat
With only the apples from yesterday
A can of baked beans, for a campfire dinner
And tomorrow morning’s apple-cinnamon oatmeal
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