Walk with me
in the summer heat
and tell me
about your excursion
in the desert

how in your search
for an oasis
the sun exposed
you to your demons
how the wind
carried you
where you ought to be
and how you learned
to make peace
with the silence

Walk with me
and hold my umbrella
up for me, as we
daydream about an oasis

Ignore the demons
tugging at your feet
Let the wind
whisper our secrets
as we struggle
to prolong our chatter

because

once we cross the line,
we can no longer
say that we have never
set foot on this ground.

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