Mirage Poem by Tiffanie Lein

The brown and hard small silicon beads
That slam into our caravan
Tire the camels that pull and lead
And mar the trudge across the land.

Ho, ten days since the last oasis past
A shimmering peak just under the sun
There west, lay something at long at last
Toward the vision all started to run

'Where is it gone? It can't be so,
I swear I spotted with my telescope
Tiny but sure, it's there I know
One golden triangle filled with hope.'

'You fool, o'er there by the setting red
Is flat, save for that one lone tree
That water back there must've gone to your head
Made us wasted from all that glee'

So trudge like ants upon a hill
In the oven of an earth that would kill.

18Feb2008