Frangipani
A fallen blossom, withering
Still smelling of youth
Jacaranda tree
Flamboyant with blue blossoms
But they fall like we
Blue starlings
Grabbing leftover chips
What a happy spring!
Soon after sunset
All cars must leave Etosha
Wilderness remains
Kalahari below
All is red dust
Just like myself
Southern
moon
Shines
upside down
Walking downside
up
.
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