Small re-locations reveal borders
Dust thick upon the mantle
My dust
Your dust
Road dust
the universe converging
amidst candlesticks and glass birds
settling on the surface
of my listlessness.
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Shawn L. Bird 
All knick-knack shelves should be above eye level !
lol Good advice.
Dust and listlessness- symbols of imprisonment.
Imprisonment. Hmm. I was thinking more about laziness.
Listless, inviting dust. I like this analogy. It may accumulate with time, but time also may be what you need, providing distractions, and perhaps a breath of fresh air to clear the cobwebs.
🙂
Lovely poem!
Thanks, Michele
You’ve read my mind…
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