By Kaylee Sugimoto
Pink morning skies,
And wind so soft,
I open the car door and clean myself off.
The trunk lifts up and I rustle the bags,
Searching for a toothbrush and toothpaste with your nametag.
My mouth feels minty, dust fills my eyes,
And a hot air balloon begins to rise.
There’s nothing to care,
And no worries about,
Because here in the desert,
I have everything without.