aharan 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 a milky-way 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 ].