DRY ROT (A Poem)

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Tumbleweed
Tumbleweed
Dry and brittle
Rolling on
Through streets of
empty churches
and ghosts of
what once was.

Cracked ground
Dry desert
A cactus on the edge
of a sunset horizon
Calling all lost
lovers home.

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William F. Aicher

Author of “philosophical” thrillers, sci-fi, horror, and sometimes the plain old bizarre. Buy my books on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2FyLbCT