DUST STORM AT SUNSET
Walking long on brittle road,
pause awhile with time slowed,
see dusk descends on trail,
veils the adoring faces frail.
On road not travelled yet
dust storm surges at sunset,
twilight hours race, ending fast,
day’s last gale blows past.
Hope, dying light will last
until I rise from dust.
April 1, 2019
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