THE HORNBILL

Her mind is
a desert.
Every moment she holds aloft
her head
with her beaks wide open
waiting impatiently and with
brimming enthusiasm
for the first drop of
rain water for
sending her into orgiastic
delirium.
The formation of dark
clouds of hopes in the azure
sky of her mind
with darkness enveloping
she plunged into ecstasy.
Unfortunately for her
the Sun
hidden behind the
blanket of darkness
ripped thru it and came out into the open
showering fire on the desert
of her mind blew out
the flame of her impatient hopes.
Yet she continued
her endless wait with
her head held aloft
and beaks wide open.