A Camera in the Desert

While sewing through the curtain
a prick caused a finger to bleed

A vulture lands on a paved road
and folds his wings

Pressing a palm upon the glass
one can feel the cool air behind

A piece of paper torn from a notebook
a pencil beside it

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