Just like Dust

April 7, 2017 admin No comments exist

They are sliced and chopped and later
diced and ground down until all the
moisture is gone and this within the
space sometimes of a single day.

Sometimes you’ll pull your shoes on
and say I really cannot do this.
I should return to paint or sculpt or
more time with kids until you dismiss

such thoughts. For you deal with a
very fine powder now, not unlike dust,
easily scattered by the do-do-do
every-days of the chattering numb.

Oh, you can’t be too emotional, they
say; you know they are twice wrong but
you watch them slip their shoes on and
step over and past just as you, just.

 

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