John Ackerman

The Illusion

I was once out in the desert with a friend
A sandy place with whom one can depend
One lone green cactus in the center
We have been walking for miles
Looking for a rich source of water
We both often would falter
The sun beat down on my baseball cap
It was then I thought I seen a source to tap
An incredible pool of fresh water
But my mind played tricks on me
For it was all an illusion
The hill of sand seared my face
I was then blinded for a moment
Then at last we made it through a pass
This then lead to a road and there it stood
The Heavy Hitters Saloon
Me & my buddy were so very happy
For we finally made it to civilization
Which wanted me to take a break on a long awaited vacation
I was down to my last thin dime
Had to do dishes to pay for our dinners
Managed to make a collect call with my dime to a guy named Paul
Who sent us on a first class ticket in a Uhaul to Buffalo
Was this all an illusion?
In fact you have every right to know.

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, illusion

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 21, 2017

Form: Free Verse

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