Today I saw grown man kick tumbleweed.
A man,
Returning from work,
Exiting the commuter train,
Kicked a tumbleweed down the sidewalk
Like a child would kick a rock or a soda can.
And I couldn't help but wonder,
Their stories?
Did this man have a vendetta against tumbleweeds?
Or did they remind him of his home among the sage brush down in Texas?
And what of the tumbleweed?
How did it get to such an urban place
Far from the ghost towns it's meant to tumble?
And what breezes
Or storms
Or hands
Carried them to this place upon which they met?
The man and tumbleweed,
What occurred so they could meet?
What forces were involved that brought me?
Or was it all just chance?
The man, the tumbleweed and me.
A man,
Returning from work,
Exiting the commuter train,
Kicked a tumbleweed down the sidewalk
Like a child would kick a rock or a soda can.
And I couldn't help but wonder,
Their stories?
Did this man have a vendetta against tumbleweeds?
Or did they remind him of his home among the sage brush down in Texas?
And what of the tumbleweed?
How did it get to such an urban place
Far from the ghost towns it's meant to tumble?
And what breezes
Or storms
Or hands
Carried them to this place upon which they met?
The man and tumbleweed,
What occurred so they could meet?
What forces were involved that brought me?
Or was it all just chance?
The man, the tumbleweed and me.
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