Diamond

Feel that?

The gravel in my voice

Has my rhyming all a twixt and betwain

It’s a little rough

From its diamond pipe

‘Neath the Walvis Bay desert sands

Where they check the soles of

Your shoes

In case you pick up something.

That cuts glass and throats.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

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