Imagery

At once visual and tactile, the imagery sprouts
Abrupt dunes on plain-speak, bush and sand.

It would not matter the girl was what and how
Her space notwithstanding, time in her pocket.

That is where it is ticking away, at blind curve
Like a river in eternal bind near the mountains

Curving away in bend, near the sleeping trees.
Images are real, belonging to our very spaces.

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