grit muddy tree
shards caked into skin
golden days of fall
and the violets
quiet questions seeking
comfort the casual nothing
dirt trails
and the violets
stuff of earth
swept up into hands
flung at heavens
you disappeared
from the bookshelves
to park benches
and the violets
in my window sill
you are dust
you are the dust of earth
cast from my hand
ascended to the stars
dust of galaxies
and cars after Mt. St. Helens
wicker chairs and
neon palm trees
particles in shafts of light
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
grit muddy tree
shards caked into skin
golden days of fall
and the violets
quiet questions seeking
comfort the casual nothing
dirt trails
and the violets
stuff of earth
swept up into hands
flung at heavens
you disappeared
from the bookshelves
to park benches
and the violets
in my window sill
you are dust
you are the dust of earth
cast from my hand
ascended to the stars
dust of galaxies
and cars after Mt. St. Helens
wicker chairs and
neon palm trees
particles in shafts of light
