Tumbleweed (From the perspective of a snake)

[Lawrence]

Turned and saw the scattered desert houses;
Sky-stapled sun drool heat, baked landscape,
My sand-sunken path, erased, and god knows
Where those tumbleweeds shall somersault to.

That's it so far. Note that, just for fun, I restricted myself from using the letter "I" in this poem. Have at it.

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Wow, I need to remodel this.