Waves break and scatter the birds tracking hash marks in Arabian Gulf sand. Water washes the shore, all is as before patient and clean. Car doors jar the reverie, a party moves in stages onto the beach: a dancing boy produces a rug; a singing girl, a thermos of tea. Across my horizon a veiled […]
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The Tracks of Birds
Poetry