DRY ROT (A Poem)
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.
Bare feet
Solemn wanderer
On a quest
to find that
oasis
borne of two.
Two loves
Two ghosts
A pair
now divided.
Just tumbleweeds
two tumbleweeds
rolling by
rolling on.
