Heart like a Texas tumbleweed
traveling, tachycardic through towns of ghosts
Gathering speed and dusty lust...
Passing by a burning bush
bouncing upon rutted roads
of long ago love.
Forward moving and always
with a fickle wind behind.
Which way will the wind blow today?
Just a short little verse today for www.dversepoets.com
Trying to break out of my writer's block...the topic for Open Link Night..