The sand cart

I did not find love in those days
I did not find wisdom
But I did have a sand cart

I loved to ride it everywhere
I was the strange boy with a sand cart

It was a donkey in a herd of stallions
It was a wooden duck in an eagles nest
It was a sand cart

I wanted a magic carpet like those tied up outside the school gates
I wanted the ceaseless stories of a library room
All I had was a sand cart

When I left for school in the morning
Behind my father
I was told
Do not forget your sand cart

The sand cart lived like a sand animal
It walked under my feet like a sand storm

And in my sleepwalking
It shaped itself into embryos of possible new me’s
Made of sand

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