Travellers Song Poem by Michael William
Travellers Song
He sings to himself as he stares out the car window
His greying hair cold against the glass
He's just half an hour west
of hameem
in the rub al khalil
through the window, there doesn't seem to be enough room
between dune and cloud
for a man to walk over
the entire world
is what he sees beside the highway
his hand through the window
like an egg
slipping into a pot of boiling water
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