What He Said in the Desert

Ainkurunuru 324

In this long summer wilderness
seized and devoured by wildfire,

if I should shut my eyes
even a wink,

I see
dead of night, a tall house
in a cool yard, and the girl

with freckles
like kino flowers,

hair flowing as with honey,
her skin a young mango leaf.
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