Dust

.      Dust is strewn
        in city streets.
          It is broken
      bottles of empty
      glass that have
        faded so dim.
         As the sun
  shown through clouds
      of Dust, strewn
       in city streets,
      bottles lain broken,
       glass of brown,
        strewn so calmly,
       so cruelly cold,
      now tis gone,
         though there its
      shadow does remain.

allusionamericadreamenvironmentfuturefree verse

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