Saharan sand of parabolic dome
Trust not—the haboob—with promise of loam :

The dust plume invades the pristine air
And unfurls a colorful sunset there ,
Trickery from the Milkyway sky :
Draws the prey ;  spits a mote in its eye :

No longer booming across the erg breeze ;
Combed from the shore and swallowed by seas .

*[ WSB ]_.