it’s like walking on a desert
waiting for the rain to fall
because there’s a cloud over
the head, but it does not at all
your body is drying up quickly
yet you continue this stubbornly hopeful
walk, and you just wait for that delicacy,
a long-waited salvage beyond the doubtful
yet when the sunsets
and a drop of a bird’s dung
splashes you of its ugly end
do not be bitter, but sing a song
the song of the hunger
the song of the adventurer
the song of the survivor.
6.16.2023
Ralph with Coffee 