For now
opens on a stone in the desert, the streets are
empty and the air burns with a black flower center
ever walked through those streets and it seemed elusive
destination we judged
'd never get out of our strong straw and mud houses
If you look at the bottom of the
wheel gold and shine like jade idols
soles remain headless
long time ago
grandparents told us wonderful stories and we played
barefoot around the well
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