Dust

Dust I open the creaky door Light floods the dark room Dust… all the eye can see Dust… clogs up that old heater That makes deep moaning sounds The jacket and shoes in the musty, moldy oak wood wardrobe Consumed by dust Clusters of dust bunnies scurry over the floor To a child’s room Where wooden toys litter the floor The antique bureau top Covered in thin layers of dust Ceiling fan blade turned grayish white From decades of grime I walk through the hallway Dust irritates my nose and throat I quietly sneeze Sleeping particles are disturbed in their deep slumber I walk to the door The floor boards groan and grumble Once again I step out in to the gleaming sunshine Goodbye Dust Goodbye Dust -Zoe Gregg