A dream-weaver
Covered her shade
Where salt brush bloom
In the space
Of her passage
Shuffling through the sand
She reached the Ghaf tree
Where
She left last night's dream
Unfinished
In that dream she wove
The cadence of white camel herds
Like a Nabati poem
She had learned
Many rains ago
And now the day’s shade
Covered the dream-weaver’s hands
Holding on without regret
Letting go without a sound
The echo unspoken words
Bounce in the desert
April 5, 2024
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2024
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