The Dust Collector Poem by Tyler Mason
The Dust Collector
Rating: ★4.5
High amidst the sinking sands
The dust collector sinks his hands
Into the strange, bewildered lands
Where not a single timber stands
The sun is dull; a raven flashes
Eyes as dim as buzzard ashes
Long and lovely are her lashes
Sweet and dim her shadow crashes
Thursday, June 23, 2005
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4/26/2024 9:33:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There's something very intense about this poem tyler. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary