Hot Empty Sands

My hope is a colorful fish

swimming, alone, in a bleak

desert. Scales shriveled in the

blistering sun—swallowed in

gritty sand where no air

flows. Slowly withering away

any life. Vacant sands, void of water,

with only arid dunes in sight.

Suffering in search of luscious coral

and the glistening high seas.