Caravan
Petrified waves over the horizon spill,
By a callous sun stunned into powdered gold,
Barren fields by Bedouin mettle tilled, still,
With four-legged ploughs through dawns and dusks untold.
Riches borne by many a dromedary,
Fire nomads’ dreams, mock a life sedentary.
Braving bandits silvered by streetlights of moon,
The hardy souls ascend the next starlit dune.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2017
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