Oman in Summer

The greens retreat : decrepit , retired,
Shrunk in size by the relentless sun,
The sea alone withstands his hauteur,
Waves rummage through beads,
Cleansing the feet of sauna sands,
Tired trudging foot paths , now bare,
Of hidden shells and snails, awaiting dusk,
Molten rocks ignited by heat on yonder hills,
Brittle brown plates of treat,
Human shadows shrivel at noon,
Mirages rise up from sands,
Arthritic bones challenge the blaze.
One more pair of footsteps on the sand-
Of the energizer’s fiery time.


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