Tag: asian poet

post by Ticana Zhu I was like a tumbleweed. A Rose of Jericho, blowing in the wind.I’d land for a bit. Spread my leaves and turn green.Until the water fades.Then I’d wrap up my little selfand tumble, tumble away. I wonder, then, if I could choose the wind?So meticulous I’d be, which way to drift.Until…