time
blows
past
my ears
desert
sand
sea
spray
arctic
ice
pine
hush
baobab
chirr
blurs
memory
to
a rush
of
air
collapses
civilization
in
white noise
ripples
off
bat wings
from
a colony
in
flight
as
I bob
at
the prow
kiss
good-bye
Iram
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