Haiku #6 footprints in the dust

*

spring ends quietly,

dry season makes its entrance:

            dust on the tongue

*

            dust settles –

you take yourself with you

            wherever you go

            thirsty landscape

gnawed to the bone –

            nourished on a blade of grass

 *

            afternoon simmering:

sitting in shade, sombrero

            tethered in dust

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