Tumbleweed

Desolation
somersaults
beneath the metal
staircase pirouettes
along the deserted
tarmac out across
the Colorado
Plateau.

Disengaged
from its roots
the once mature
now dry diaspore
begins its odyssey
waiting for the wind
to blow (again) or
the stranger (late)
who will carry it
to basecamp
ripe as it is with
death rich as it is
with seed.