Tumbleweed Words

Tumbleweed Words

Poetry

life on parole

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David
Aug 06, 2026
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look at the train move 
over a sea feathered tracks move toward the most heavenly sky
why do they sigh? 

angels in robes lay 
on clouds they point at an earth where the unborn were born
up there is no sun. 

how all the angels know  
perhaps they told us so?

a boy eats confetti 
on church steps a priest wipes his brow with a cross patterned stole 
how…
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