Like Rising Smoke
Have you ever seen dust
splash like rising smoke?
One day you’ll be walking
in the long dry of summer,
and sit in the shade of a
lone tree on the track,
the first heavy drops of an
August shower will fall
around the feet you nurse;
and you’ll see dust splash
like rising smoke.
By David Nickle Read
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