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tumbleweeds

no one reads the tumbleweeds

On miles of desert roads
I watched the tumbleweeds
Trapped and locked in bunches
Pressed against barbed fences
Wind returns, then freedom!

No one reads the tumbleweeds
So they go off to play with the wind
Sometimes they go on forever
In aimless adventure
To be slowly worn down
Beaten and cursed by the wind

I asked the wind why it was so angry
But the wind didn’t answer me
It went off to move the trees
Then rushed over the mountains
I don’t think I’ll talk to the wind again

Rohan AndersonComment