in_careless_dust birdmad i am back and forth in the gusts and breezes, clouds move along dragging black tendrils that tease rain. the first dry grass of late spring secretly waits for the lightning strike to set it ablaze melody of windchimes and sheet-metal clatter, new green weeds push their way through the ribcage and tatters of where the old bulldog fell in the field dust_devil twisting merrily along the streetside 060522 what's it to you? who go blather from