Sand
SAND
airborne
dust devil
stinging whirligig
rips my hair, eyes, and skin
I’m well-scoured and abraded
“Cleansing sand storm, if I survive.”
NB: Clarity Pyramid, two triplets and a single line; 1/2/3/5/6/7/8 (7 lines total)
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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