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Sahara

by Kathleen Wilson

the desert is my mother
she remembers a white turbaned man

his face bright with shadow
brought eggs in one basket
to school for her lunch

she is Sahara strength of a camel
deep bluenes wraps her in itself

paints her sky above sand
pyramids of exclamations
she is the point

her eyes dark as the river
wish of the desert

she smiles in the hatching
sky cracks open her footstep
in California sand

10/11/2009

Author's Note: Published in "Phantom Seed 2, 2009

Posted on 10/11/2009
Copyright © 2017 Kathleen Wilson

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