Felucca Dreams
drifting
drifting off
to sleep
going down
the Nile
once
when now
it seems
i was
a child and
childishly
these
dreams
were
real
never making it
to Luxor at least
by boat because
a wall of wonderment
was approaching
from the north
and as so suggested
docking and battening
down the hatches
before going below
i looked up to see
the only sandstorm
i've ever seen
but it blasted
my mind into
a glass
memory
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