Desert Skies

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.