Desert Wings

Tattered by the scorching wind

Thin as paper

Sunburn-ed

Skin

Golden mesh, papyrus—translucent

Soaring higher

No

Descent

Just passing through; all scenic routes

Escape to stay

Only to

Move

Again, again, again, again…

No bother from the world at all

No want to watch

Or make one

Fall

Until the sun no longer stings

A shadowed doom

Consumes

Desert wings