A poet in the desert
Harkens back to his heavy walk
The flaring Mountains call his travel
shoes
shoes
To turn around and reclaim the seas back
To break up the distant doors
And the letters he knitted in minuscule
But used to leave in full discomfort
Before dawn would bring them down
Like a broken fallen autumn leaf
A poet in the desert
Bursts in vain into the barren lands
Though earnestly in heed
Had an instantly insane thought
To remove his ballet shoes
And Look for the shifting dunes barefoot
To hide the ended zigzags of pain
And his clamant dreams of reign
Not yet dried out
Behind another rising dream
Decaying in the oceans
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