Dusty trails & caravans.

Traders & spice
  slow walking 
    toward coin.

A thousand merchants,
   a thousand tongues,
     & lingua franca confusion. 

Dazed & dreary 
    every eve.

Wired each morn. 

Sleeping under starry skies
   with long silences between
     bleating goats or screeching hawks.

Dog, companion & security guard,
    barks only when someone approaches,
      and there is so much space 
      to lend wide berth. 

Silk Road vagabonds 
    walk the path alone:
       exploiting and dropping  
       opportunities at will.