| TUMBLEWEED The sun beat down burning off the last blur of the day leaving a razer sharp edge gleaming brightly painful to the naked eye the sprinklers ran full force water evaporating before it could saturate the dead grass roots the wind blew and blew and blew fingers of boughs were creaking as they combed through their chattering leaves the garden gate gave a rusty chime every now and then clothes flew off of the line... she stood by an empty field and felt herself drifting bit by bit then a rush as she swiftly bled away she was a tumbleweed hollow and full of thorns rolling across the empty plains nothing could hold her fast even the air was light today the waves of grasses rolled her along as though she were sailing the mighty sea toward endless beckoning horizens she would never reach the dirt began to gambol about and a dog began to yip then her eyes sent out a silent plea reflecting emptiness and she stooped to gather the dirty clothes save for a white lace handkerchief that was fluttering there in the wind and as she watched it take wing and fly her eyes seemed to light up and she whispered ever so softly..."Goodbye" by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| midi: house of the rising sun |
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