i. Dusty traveler Blown in with the spring air Through open windows .. My heart embraces only those Who leave .. ii. My tumbleweed— For a moment You’re blown back home I wash your dusty feet Memorizing calluses And we split a pint of Rocky Road Talk of nothing Listening to the sound of our [...]
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