From a Dream I Had

This came to me in a dream lat night, so woke up and wrote down all I could remmeber. IT was a vivd dream. I wish I could have remembered more of it.


Grains of sand blow across dunes piled high
As sun beats down on weathering skin,
aging cracked lips.
Man plods his way
as sidewinders slither their way by him.
They look up only to
feign a hiss of warning.
Suns heat doesn't afford
the exertion of energy.