Bed of Nails

white dust crept under
a desert valley.
Perched against the highest winds
known to man,
the sand flew that day.
fixated with the glow of
afternoon, traveling tents
of showmanship, and carnival acts,
drifted by,
in plain site,
to get a view of the spectacle.
All observers are lost on that one,
the traveling people commenced,
while eArth's wonder kept
performing.

-M