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...liquid wind...

by Charlie Morgan

a tumbleweed of disgust rolls past my door;
i shut it tighter, enough here already.

it blows with liquid wind down the edges
of this desert, first one side then another.

shield me walls! no more tumbleweeds, full
of nothing but dreams of hungry varmits;

cover my salty eyes with grandfatherly love,
spread it between the circle of a weed that tumbles.

fold your patient wings, wait for the next blow,
pick-up your napsack of love, i will follow.

01/24/2007

Posted on 01/24/2007
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/25/07 at 02:40 AM

I love the image of liquid wind, can almost hear the wind on sand in this, and the tumbleweed is the perfect partner for that desert wind. "cover my salty eyes with grandfatherly love, spread it between the circle of a weed that tumbles." Great lines here... Thank you!

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/25/07 at 04:39 AM

"a tumbleweed of disgust rolls past my door; i shut it tighter, enough here already."--Really, really great line. Brilliant work, man.

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