Tumbleweed exit

justam

Tumbleweed exit
circling twigs across the dry dirt
Gone, the clippity-clop of all the horses
and the carriages
The riders are gone!
the walkers on wooden sidewalks too
empty old Western saloon
the last residents:
Desire and inspiration are
blowing down Main Street
helplessly unattached
tumbling circles
without malice
with nothing
they are rolling
silent film quiet
gust by gust
into the Nowhere Desert
drifting away
rollin’ out
a w a y
a w a
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vogonpoetbythelake

beatifully written....befitting of my melancholy high noon day...
thank you justam

justam

Thanks for reading it