in my eyes, my underwear,
my outerwear,
my shoes
and socks.
sand is between my toes,
crusted in
the cavern of my ear.
my eyes are full of it.
i can feel it
grind against my teeth,
as we walk along
the shore.
the wind
beating us with the sting
of sand
blown hard
without restraint.
i feel like Lawerence of Arabia,
but without the white sheets
and braided
headband.
no camel either.
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