Wearing rags
And wandering alone in the desert
I saw one tree on the horizon
I spent weeks or maybe months trying to walk to it
One night without knowing how I stumbled upon it
I curled and went to sleep under its branches
In the morning my dream had scorched it to the ground
Now there is no direction
Only rags remain
Odds & Ends: November 15, 2024
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