Dunescape

Come see a sight make no mistake,

The dune grass walks, the clouds are fake,

The sand as if a salt mirage.

Awake awake or go without:

A rule's to bend or use with clout,

The house on sand, a fool’s a fool.

A filtered fancy played unfair?

Where were you when I was there?

It’s yours to view so give and take.

Smoke and mirrors,

For goodness sake.

©Philip Holden

2003

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