is a hard place
where no one dances
or plays music
any more.

After the jihadis
burned the archives
one could still make out
in the ash heaps.

There are some truths
that are unsayable
but they exist nonetheless
in the way
that one grain of sand
and the whole desert ocean

are two aspects
of the same
eternal riddle.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to Mali

  1. Wow……! Excellent stuff here – you really are on a roll!

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