Stones in Pockets Traces in Sand

We walk for days across Sahara

This is the river you say

A million stones

Zazzle shape size spectrum

We wade without fear of drowning

Fossils distend my pockets

Their songs collide as I stride

A crack in thrum of silence

Homage to these rhythmic sands

I balance monument with Tamarisk shade

To remember

The weight

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