She Comes from Sand

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She Comes from Sand

These are wicked days
in league with themselves,
and she says this weather

is apt to bore her to death.
But she comes from a land
where her veins flowed

Sahara sand. Mine still flow
with silty eddies, tidally
pungent as old lungs.

I wring weather from me
in steady streams, and I
love complaining about it.

 

for Miz Q: Day 4 –

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