The Sahara
The Sahara
Scorching sun
Desiccates the earth
Fine pebbles
Stir and whirl
Removing footprints
Plateau is built
Scarf covers face
Rain is absent
Well has shrunk
Trees are bare and done
Root and dirt separate
Men herd goat and sheep
Generate cashmere and wool
Camels eat spare vegetation
And Keep hydrated
Eyes and nose closed
No sand shall infiltrate
Soft feet keep them from sinking
At nightfall , fire is made
Moon shows face
Breeze turns to freeze
The Sahara dreams of oasis
Its heyday
It’s fountain
It’s spring
It’s youth
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
06/13/19
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