Colors of Dust,
of gloom and glow-
Colors of dirt and rock
and centuries
of stumbling
looking skyward.
How the stars must
have figured,
sharply delineating direction
amid these softly mounded
mountains that
crumble
with pebbles
and goat turd.
The Bedouin tents are pitched
Huge woolly rooms
swaged to keep out
sun
wind
eyes
watching us
zoom past.
poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab
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