Robert Kane - Tumbleweed

I post my heart, my soul, my craft,
I type and edit until fingers bleed,
I lay my feelings out quite bare,
And all I sense is tumbleweed,
Perhaps I shall hunt poems where,
There is a place they might be freed,
And fed by kinder crafted hands,
They'll take root unlike tumbleweed.

Robert Kane

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