my daughter makes huts out of pretzels
while
i chew on
yesterday’s thoughts where
we once wandered as
fragile as seashells
on desert sands and
gathered manna.
today …
we eat bread and cake under
palmy fronds
tomorrow…
meat , fish or hard boiled eggs..
i chew on this in a
hammock under a painted sky
which floats up and
over sand dunes…
all kinds kept within
Yah’s heart…
where a green nest holds
eggs about
to bloom
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Hi Kae,
beautiful poem. Desert sands one of the places in my mind where I go when I when I seek peace. Namaste
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Beautiufl. Makes me feel like I’m at the beach. I miss the beach. I love it. I love the picture. The beach is my second home. The desert sands are beautiful!
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