Poet’s showcase

Tumbleweed

By Dan McCarthy

I drive along

the arrow road;

across the plain

tumbleweed rolls.

It comes for me,

sidling, shifting its velocity

to stay on course.

I brace like a fist for the crashing

impact of this plain

log against my foreign plates-

dander pops, scatters

across my hood.

– Dan McCarthy lives in Lawrence.