Particles of Dust
Small particles of dust leisurely float in the rays,
[Bright sunshine glancing through a curtained windowpane]
Settle gently to the floor, their origins hard to explain,
We ponder the beginning and the ending of our days.
Our lives slowly drift homeward like those particles of dust,
Leaving behind lingering memories of discarded stuff,
Telling us to give them up; surely, surely enough is enough.
Time passing, our treasures become orange-stained, like rust.
A sudden loud knock at the door--a grandchild breezes in
Bright, lovely, and excited with invigorating cheer;
Renews our feeling we had a fine reason to be here,
And wondering what it would be like to start all over again.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
March 7, 2021
Brian Strand's "All Yours"
March 27, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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