Dust Is Endless
dust is endless
no matter how hard
I try to wipe it away,
it returns like a bad
memory which refuses
to be erased and
reappears in the middle
of the night as an old
black and white movie
which keeps showing
the same scene over
and over until I search
for the remote which
fell on the dusty floor
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2020
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