Dust
by Luke W. Cooper



Dust


the dust, floating
in the arid air
wafting through the sunbeam
in a riot of motion
the motes spinning and
twirling as they taunt

the pull of Erda
slowly succumbing to the tug
of Mistress Earth
layering the skeleton of Time


Copyright Luke W. Cooper, 1998

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