271. someday
I even love
the honey coloured dust
at the side of the road
the scrubby plants
with no names
that smell of aniseed
and inhabit
the piles of rubble
these dreams-to-be
– and maybe I will succumb here
one day,
in these honey coloured dusty lands
of palm trees
and jasmine flowers
the honey coloured earth
bids me welcome already
invites me to lie down
even now
to lie down within
and promises me
to guard these bones,
guard them well.