Cenote Poem by Stephen Harris

Cenote

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Blindly I traverse your virgin soil.
My senses, heightened to the slightest tremor,
seek an oasis hidden beneath a nylon canopy.
I thirst for your shores my love.
May I patiently walk them a while?
For your cenote beckons me.

Monday, April 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: senses
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