"On Every Street"*

....dusty wind and tumble weed....

“On Every Street”*

dusty winds carry

the tumble weeds of your heart;

those wayward ideologues of love,

willy nilly,

like time’s arrow

down every street.

~~~

sometimes they catch

in the shrubs by my house,

other times in the sewer grate

down at the corner,

but always,

always they sing,

like whistling tears,

and dance with a barren earth

to a melancholy tune.

~~~

tumbling down every street

I see you

and try to hold onto

your slippery sighs

thinking you may sing your tears

for me,

creating in my garden

the colors Of Spring.

~~~

but you slip through these fingers,

lifeless,

tumble weed light,

blowing down every street.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.16.16

*Note: the title of this poem is from the 

song “On Every Street”, which is also

embedded with the poem.

Author's Note

...thanks for reading...

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Memories...fleeting as they are....come to us in the whisper of the wind or the song of a bluejay. Melancholy reminiscences of someone we wanted to keep in our lives. Perhaps some relationships are not meant to be, but we keep them near our hearts and minds anyway. We remember for the strangest reasons. There is a feeling of great emotional loss in your words....a feeling of regret. Intensely emotional write, Curt. You are so talented. Lydi**