around
desert with a billion names
a mixture of grains of sand
that sometimes I sneak it in the bag
sometimes you walk in to leave traces

oxidized silicon see shining in the sun,
dancing in the breeze
home to the oasis where bait
caravans with foreign soul

feel comfort drops of water
the sharp ridge
is keen edge of the stone
the sweat and melted dark

sand is a rock
who forgot to speak