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Empathetic Reverie in Timbuktu The old man glossed
tilting back in his chair
folding closed his book
and gazing without focus
into infinite views
of historical panorama’s
as he touched course hair
and caught the acrid mix
of sweat and beast
stretching endless
before and aft
as the ant like procession
of fifteen thousand camels
and eight thousand soldiers
chased without certainty
the city of ochre walls
and shade cool water
promised in legend
as Timbuktu
Time dissolved
in the fluid of reverie
as the year |
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