Image:Kullez: Desert sunset view | (CC BY 2.0)

The way

Solid
as the earth,
a footstep’s
foundation
marks the sand,
footprints waiting
to be. Trackless,
the desert blossoms
in barrenness
— and the feet shuffle
in the dust, echoes
of volition rooted
by the wayside.

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