Her aura, emergent, lured faith anchor

Her mist, myth, glore, scent

Her no’s, her don’ts

Maybe, baby, maybe

Docking trail dragging

Oars in the sand

Spicy dream dishes wilt in

Supine, slanted complements

Ejected sediment strands

Coiled crumbs, sooth, soil

Rowing away shadows

A dune, a day, a dune, a day

A sunset sonata for

All oars in the sand

Just oars, all sand.

Bedros Afeyan

12-25-2021

Pleasanton, CA


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