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atop the pyramid he stands
dirty khaki meets worn leather
cradling tired feet
a face neglected, etched
by blowing sand

unkept nails scrape stone
carved by long dead men
hands work furiously
as body fights wind
the force of mind
molds an aerodynamic form

the model complete
time to depart
a strong arm
in one motion

 a plane flown
   the picture
     a lost love
       now gliding

falling

with dry wind

  and

sand.