segment of the show
on the woman
who collects
tumbleweeds
and turns them into art,
into chandeliers
and lamps,
something to paint
and hang upon a high wall.
they are great balls
of weeds and shrubs, vines
and branches,
all magically wound
together.
that have been
rolling across the windblown
desert for weeks
on end.
i invite her over
after some time without
my housekeeper
and let her take what
she wants.
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