from Underneath
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So you're driving from the funeral
through the desert land,
you see something moving in the wind so wild,
so you stop the car
and you walk out to the edge of the sand.
and you watch it fly...
A wind-blown trash bag does a road-side ghost dance
in the vast Mojave sky
like a living spirit just for one full minute
right when you're passing by
It hovers there up in the air
up in that twist of dust and wind
The vortex slows, so it goes, dust to dust again.
Whisper those words you heard:
