tumbling

thinking over, now, the matter:
once detached, the winds will scatter
every type of plant and weed
meant for tumbling, from seed

such i was and am; conceding
niceties of form and breeding —
for the truth is always humble:
tumbleweeds were made

to tumble

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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