Desert Balloons

She was hotter than summer 

sidewalks in Saudi Arabia

while I was far from pristine.

We talked for some time before 

I eventually let go of my strings.

She took my hand, releasing the

balloons I filled with all of me.

But I could not tell her why I was there

or when I expected to leave. 

So the conversation turned stale

before I allowed it to breathe.

And against my better wishes, 

I was able to grieve.

Now high above heat waves

over an ocean of sand,

my balloons sail through desert 

and look for a soft place to land.

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