Tumbleweed No More.

Tumbleweed No More.

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Tumbleweed set

in a clay pot,


hot glued

to its girth,

gathering the

morning sun rays

with its

endless fingers.



Languishing it

squats in sorrow,

unmoved by the

north wind's whistle,

plucked free from

a roadside fence,

running through

New Mexico.



Ancient traveler

it once rambled,

over desert plains,

stolen in a

bit of whimsey,

what great stories

it could tell.

©-MFB III

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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

Nice. I never saw a tumbleweed until I lived in New Mexico. Funny huh?

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