ONE DAY IN A NEW YEAR
The camel's back broken,
I climbed down and went
off on the hot sand.
I tossed my rucksack
into a dried well.
I felt lighter
with fresh regret.
Some hours later,
the winds blearing my eyes,
I thought I wanted to
turn back--but to where?
I sank, plodded
doggedly forward.
That poor animal
surrounded by flies...
my companion now
a sole vulture
high above the heat,
gray in the yellowness,
hanging aloof
from that one swirling
nauseating thought--
amazing how cold
the desert gets at night.
Bionote
David Francis has produced three albums of songs, one of poems, ALWAYS/FAR, a chapbook of lyrics and drawings, and the film "Village Folksinger." His poems and stories have appeared in a number of US and UK magazines. http://www.davidfrancismusic.com <davidfrancis12string@usa.net>
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