Tumbleweed

This Middle Eastern street
swept clean by the shamal
blowing through the cracked asphalt
ushering strips of green tumbleweed.

Date-palms shudder as the
inconsistent wind-murmurs
reverberate between sheaths
of leaf with troubling irregularity.

Mind meanders, perambulating
down to the Indian-run corner shop,
a detour is taken, reminded
of past shamals and situations.

Long-spent in the past, the time
came for a return to previous
adventure, and so I took the plane
out here, to see this once again.

17/07/12