We are all made of star dust
but some of us
are less star
than dust.
Star people cause ripples
in our complacency
raise our eyes
to skies.
poem-dust August 6, 2015
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.
poem- dust December 25, 2014
The mantle piece is gathering dust,
as are other ledges,too
The strings are dusty on the harp
the soundboard’s dusty, true.
The floors could use a washing.
Windows want a spotless view,
But what I lack in house keeping
I make up in love for you.
.
.
(Someone is vacuuming and washing floors before we leave for Christmas dinner, causing stress to poodles. Hint: it isn’t me).
Shawn L. Bird 