for Z

Sunset cradles  new moon
in the Hajar craters.
Camel spills an amber eye
on neighbours at their happy hour
Sip from firey cups
brimming crystal blue ice
Swim in those pools
Drown, if you must
Then get up,
dry your feet in a bowl of sand,
heed the echoed call,
and greet the night as friend

~ Maria Robson

Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life. She is currently working at Sultan Qaboos University in Oman.

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