Cloud Of Dust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cloud Of Dust



Wind picking up, getting louder, suddenly a dust devil
appears in a cloud of dust, spinning up the mountainside,
pulling whatever will come up together with it.

Climbing, ever faithful, then the wind dies down and it
disappears into dust, once again lying upon the ground
until the next one comes along.

Friday, August 15, 2014
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