I Found Myself At Dusk

I found myself at dusk
My throat parched
From the dust
Blown across the desert
By a gentle breeze
Its colour red
Iron rust
Disheveled
Hair drenched
By the profusion of sweat
Clothes wet
A plain white shirt
A pair of jeans
Don't want to go inside
And cause a scene
With mom and sister
Upbraiding me
For the horrid 
Stench of outside
That I exude.
 

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