Sahara

Silent sun

robs the stars

of their whispers,

lapping up its encore

from the

snap frozen waves.

 

The sand wears a cold mask

so I dig my tiny feet

into the dune

until I find

a memory

of Moroccan heat.

 

A mere thousand grains

give way

and cascade into

petrified water

before joining their sisters

in anonymity.

 

I am

ankle deep in desert

its orange complexion

mixes with the silver

of the silent sun.

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