Dust
. Dust is strewn
in city streets.
It is broken
bottles of empty
glass that have
faded so dim.
As the sun
shown through clouds
of Dust, strewn
in city streets,
bottles lain broken,
glass of brown,
strewn so calmly,
so cruelly cold,
now tis gone,
though there its
shadow does remain.
Copyright © Pax Geist | Year Posted 2019
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