A camel is walking down the street
And walks and walks
She knows a lazuline oasis at the end of it
So many green and purple grapes
The gritty distance is
Ajar
Re-membering the songs of waves
And still so blue and still so far
A golden evening is falling on her traces
The shadow of a camel in such places
Needs just a short step on the sand –
The first the last
And the mirage she entered passed