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Min första dikt. Skulle ge miljön en stämming. Miljö: the dusty road, stämning: suspense.

Red glimmering sand
Creates a layer of dirt
Crusty and hard on the wanderer’s feet

The coyotes sing in the night
Like the woman that lost her child to them
They know it’s happening again

A shadow grows longer
The moon watches in despair
The sand crusts and hardens

All that remains is a red glimmering footprint
On the wooden porch