Whimsy: lament

Another sandstorm,

thorns for lunch,

water water

whither art thou?

and whoever thought

camel races sport

have never run

in desert heat,

alas miles and miles

on burning feet,

no oasis in sight

nor shade tree

only sore hoofs

endless drudgery

(yes, it’s hump day)

and now identity crisis:

my ancestry DNA

came back – not a camel,

I’m a dromedary.

 

--M deO

 

Done