Dust

DUST Dust falls like snow, so cold Sneaks its secrets under beds Dyes old men and old lady heads Covers long ago legends and lore Dust in her eyes, behind pennies Dust below his grieving feet Collecting dust in urns Wiping windows ashen streaked Foreheads ash gray on Wednesday In shape of a cross “remember you are dust, And to dust you shall return” Do you seek forgiveness or blindness in the dust? Shaken dust flakes fall Forever and ever Felicitous and unencumbered Kim Rodrigues © 2017