Swirling in loping circles
Undeterred
Come alive
Without water
To stop the commotion
of standing still
Pointless
In a barren landscape
Oddity
Among the fecundity
With photos
To commemorate
How quaint
a rolling ball of death
seemed
A boy took aim at the tumbleweed
with his slingshot
but his mother hurried him
onward
to pick out a suit that
he would outgrow within a year
Rolling past
the barrier of entrance
with no memory
of where it came from
or how to stop it