Dust
In the hedgerows
Cackles, honks and rustles
Bushes bustle
In the sunlight
skin cracks dry

I watch, observe
There's none can hustle me
Turn me from contemplation
Burst open an emotion
Motion me from perch to air
Control me, fashion me...
I am this shadow
Moving with the sun
I am at one
The dust thrown up by breeze
And parking cars
Spreads over me
A mould
I make no move to shake it off.


Morgal (16/8/95)

 

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