Monday, March 17, 2014

Playing tag with the sun

The trees rumble
like a jiggling bundle
of bark and pine.

The wind plays games
with the tumbleweed
tumbling it around
with a new appreciation
for a light breeze.

Dust rolls us around
in a bowl of muddy brown.
We try to keep our end of the deal
with the road
while the road continually cheats
and throws us off to the side.

I take all of this in.
The trees. The tumbleweed. The road.
All along playing tag with the sun.




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