prints

Our camels
leave prints like
neat pairs of shoes removed
at the entry
and make a temple of
an amphitheatre of dunes
the moon is full
made of makrana marble
and cool to touch
we offer up the heat
to a celebration sky
of inky blue and silver

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About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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