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1992 CARA
Of the Wind
Steamy night on the
Nile, creaking faluka,
in my mind you live.
I am the wind that
billows the linen,
the caress that
carves the mind.
Cold cryptic letters
fingers tracing
message for the stars
Nostrils breathe the
incense of lessons
learned inherent
Unquents sweet but for
gnarled hands soothing
Reincarnated breath
of desert baked ebony
I hush the stone while
they move subliminal
resonance for the ages.
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