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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