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the dust of your passing
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hellopoet Blessed be the weight of your heel
upon the scree,
you who crossed the salt-flats
before the rains came back.
The air still holds
the shape of your breathing;
the stones you overturned
are still cooling in the wind.
I do not know your name,
nor the house of your kin,
but I walk
in the shallow trench of your stride.
