Cyntax

Steppe in Style

Love like a tumbleweed—
head over heels
with the wind at your back
carrying you from high snares
to low valleys, through mud
and out of borderland tree lines,
to further roll and twine
for time out of season

until you’ve worn yourself into dust
that sputters once before dispersing
to sky-birthed heights and heavenly places

or 

with little left to lose,
tumble breakneck towards a brush fire
and consume it.