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Red hills roll by
between window frames
like film,
taking me forward
and back in time.
The plot is a slow burn,
but with the hours,
a denouement
where mountain faces
are scrubbed clean.
The sands of time
have emptied here.
2016.9.19
pole pole – overland, south africa/namibia
Dust that predates time,
clapped like chalkboard erasers
choking on the past.
Between rocks and sand,
scrub clings to an existence
at the table of
an unwelcoming host.
Its breaths, slow and dry
like the nature
of the millennias' worn-down rock
it is.
Patient boulders await
their day in the sun.
2016.9.19
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