MIRAGE OF SAND
surroundings of embankments of red sand
I grasp it in my hand watching as every grain
runs through my fingers like molecules of liquid
worn by winds filled with sand and rock
alone I rock, back and forth, and I begin to cry
why? does nothing last? can I not pick up
and hold you one last time, but alas
like the sands in this desert, or in time
you just seem to slip right out of my arms.
in this desert I weep for you there is no real
way for me hold you again, so a mirage will do.
05/22/21 – Andy McRae
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