You Embrace Your Next Commission:
To Sift Through The Sunglasses
At A Lost And Found
In Las Vegas
Just A Few Hours
Across The Desert."
[OK, I'm going next. Joe's been here and gone twice, for sure, that I've seen, and............so...........continuing.........]
"How anxious you are/will be to, readily and happily, follow through on the next errand you were asked, given permission, and agreed to do. To do it, it will take 'just' a few hours to drive to Las Vegas, the route requiring that you cross the desert in order to get there. Once there, you will willingly sort through what you already know will be a lot of sunglasses that other people have also left behind, and that have ended up in the official 'Lost and Found.' This is a task that, for whatever reason, you are very happy to do, regardless of the terrain, the time, and the thirst that one could [conceivably] incur by driving across the desert." [I have my own ideas as to the "why" of it

[I really like that before he's even left, he is metaphorically consistent, "thirstily" embracing the task/the errand, before he even gets to the desert.]
Even though the "Lost and Found" is an official term for any location designated for compiling items left behind in public places, I like the lost/found aspects of it in the context of the entire poem.
OK, I did my part. Helven? Tchocolatl? Vesuviua? Joe? I know someone has to have something to add to this

~ Lizzy