Tumbleweed Sea – A Poem

Driving out of Boise I always watched
The ditches by the side of the road
Where tumbleweeds go to die

It was some kind of sea
Without water and
Trapped in sand

Those stuckweeds touch something
In me not quite a heart more a seed
How must it feel to be rootless
And fall into a hole with yourself
With your first five steps alive

Only looks like dirt in daylight but
I would put down more than dimes
A lantern glow could find some real
Souls in those ditches

Those were only far-away weeds
I never shook hands with one
We always sat quiet in our vessel
Without a life jacket so
If I fell out of that truck
Drowning was the only way to go

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