I stood at the end of a lonely highway
Where I could not see a horizon
Only the hues of a setting sun,
Dazzling corona making the tarmacadam
roll like the sea, waves coming for me.
It seemed this road ran forever
Into the distance, far from my reach.
At my feet grains of sand were blown in a whirlwind
bleached white against the black of the tar.
And that gentle breeze was stifling.
It carried the smell of Mimosa and parched bones,
And the aroma of arid desert.
My mouth craved a touch of moisture
Dry lips puckered in craving,
A want I couldn’t satisfy.
This one was the first write, I kept seeing the situation like a desert. Funny thing is I’ve never been!
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