Dust Devils Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dust Devils
Wind blowing gently across the earth, leaving idle patterns
behind for nature to enjoy.
Swallowing dust it stirs, choking off and on, swirling
dust devils, grasping anything not held down, hurling it
all towards the sky.
Letting go suddenly, reaching out, landing in a heap upon
the ground.
Social outcasts swept with dirt, sent flying away to do it
all again.
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