Fourteen Steps to Nowhere

Entry Six

I once asked for more

as stood I in that desert night

and remembered green

in a land I'd never touched.

Memories of a slippery tongue

and crumbling city walls

hiding legends

drew me closer.

More came to me

over the years

and I stood

in that remembered land

listening to the fiddlers

and the sea

dreaming of the morning light

over cactus.

Sweet, bitter irony.

More time, more time...

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