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Click herea caravan glides through mirages
less than a day away
dust a swirling illusion
dancing above the noon's heat
narrowed eyes
wrinkled against the sun
know the ways of sand and wind
read the currents and smile
sounds come later
sifting themselves through fantasy
faint enough to be imagined
a bell dangling from a thick neck
one bell becomes two
three then a chorus
and underneath the brass
the blaring of beasts
noble and tired they stride
muffled foot follows muffled foot
slap flat down on the sand
desert puffs and a world shakes
next to the weighted loads
hiding in swirled pastel cloth
dark skinned with eyes darker still
their keeper-companions walk
the woman awaits the arrival
teeth white behind open lips
the gold earring in her nose
a captured fallen star
with others behind veils
her tongue begins to trill
as each recognizes hers
and welcomes his return
many that night lie beneath tents
bathing bodies in oil
while outside tethered beasts
on knobby knees rest and dream