The desert walk

Head low, shoulders down

Dragging feet in the hot sand

A whooshing sound, distant

 

Coughs and stumbles,

Not losing his feet,

Panting and sweating

 

Stands, arms on the hips

A shadow, circling around

Looks up to the sky, an eagle

 

Burning light pain,

In his eyes, itchy,

Sweat and excessive brightness

 

Looks down, a lone desert lily,

A black widow spider, webbing

And what will it trap?

 

Stares straight, oh! A dragon fly

Isn’t it beautiful?

Swirling about in the air

 

A whooshing sound, again

Rumbling, louder and closing in

Turns back, a sandstorm

 

Suddenly, feeling strong,

Eyes quick through the vast openness

A distant tree, finally!

 

Water, wait, the storm

Starting out with fast strides

If only he could reach it,

 

One more step, one more

Don’t look back, never

Forward, the only way to go

 

At last, hugging onto the desert palm

He waits, nothing, why?

Looks back, the rescue jeep

 

He faints right there…

 

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