when they have become
all but non-existent
flaky leather fastly flaking
into ungraspable dust

one day you might
notice on a path or
piece of land how an
errant playful wind
is whirling some dust
round and round
now imagine a jovial tune
hands clapping in accompaniment
as your feet cut a step to
the whirling whirling whirling
of the lonely dust dancing

O dancing dust!
O dancing shoes
In whirling dust incarnate!