Wooden Tracks
Splintered wooden track, parched by blistered sun. Desert dusts its breeze, wilting weeds on run. Carriage long departed; by foot, steps the heel. Searing sands scorch; waters bow in kneel. Bones stare abandoned; skeletons line in pour. Luminous are the scars, betrayal sought to score. Whistles hummed of blue, to echo barren […]