The wind picked up
this afternoon,
swirling from the south,
and as I threw a bag of trash
into the dumpster outside the office
a tumbleweed came blowing by,
twirling and bouncing
through the parking lot,
it took flight
while its shadow
remained on the ground,
and I suddenly thought:
maybe without our shadows
tethering us to the earth
we would just float away
and disappear.
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Very good with suspense keep up with your poetry.
Thank you for your comment, Mary.