city tumbleweeds
colorful wrappers
trash
that gets left behind
without a second glance
city tumbleweeds roll along
with the tick-ticking of time
as humans rush by
as the world spins faster
and faster
but
they only roll along
swishing a sound of
crinkled paper and loneliness
city tumbleweeds
remnants of
those passerby who didn't
make the shot into the trash can
and didn't bother picking it up
so the tumbleweeds were born
a rebirth out of human negligence
city tumbleweeds
when life gets tough and confusing
and you feel just like crying until
the very end of time
these city tumbleweeds that roll on past
are the one constant
that we can count on
so we just watch them pass by
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Bits and Pieces
PoetryBits and pieces of life, incorporated into a mess of free-verse poetry.