Pretzels on sand dunes 


my daughter makes huts out of pretzels 

while 

i chew on 

yesterday’s thoughts where 

we once wandered as 

fragile as seashells

on desert sands and 

gathered manna.

 today …

we eat bread and cake under 

palmy fronds 

tomorrow…

meat , fish or hard boiled eggs..

i chew on this in a 

hammock under a painted sky 

which floats up and 

over sand dunes…

all kinds kept within 

Yah’s heart…

where a green nest holds

eggs about 

to bloom

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