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"We are but dust"
Continuing on in random poetry vein:
“We are but dust”
But the dust is beautiful
Tiny grains of ever earth
All that is human
Animal
Flori-mineral
Beautiful.
A handful blown into sunny motes
Contains a thousand trips
down highway six,
the remains of
family vacation
meals on the side-away
byways
powder from your mother’s compact
resin from bow of brother’s bass
tiny smashed down bits of Christmas trees
and rosemary needles
from fancy dinners
crystal shards
of broken windshields
worn down,
winking in the starlight
We are but dust
But dust is every thing
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Formed out of everything
To everything we return
To nourish the land of our ancestors
To sustain the hand of our children
As a nation is built upon
the detritus
of its history
So too are we created and recreated anew
Out of
(dust)
Liz Huff May 25, 2013