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someday.

I even love

the honey coloured dust

at the side of the road

 

the scrubby plants

with no names

that sometimes

smell of aniseed

and inhabit

the piles of rubble

- these dreams-to-be

 

and maybe I will succumb here

one day,

in these honey coloured dusty lands

of palm trees

and jasmine flowers

 

the honey coloured earth

bids me welcome already

invites me to lie down

even now

to lie down within

 

and promises me

to guard these bones

guard them well.