Dust
Dust yawns in a forgotten corner
knowing the lazy hand will never
disturb its slumber.
Flies flit in and out
spiders weave their
geometric wonders and wait.
Dust wanders aimlessly
in the afternoon haze
neglect brings a deathly
serenity.
Dust's drowsy dance dithers
in forlorn insignificance.
A shrine of dust locks away
memories of the past
as dreams decay in
suffocating silence.
Written on 3/21/2017
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017
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