Sunday, October 17, 2021

Poem - Sweeping Up Dust - Philip Hughes-Luing

Everything becomes dust eventually
blows away, even our own, constantly
adrift, traveling over continents
rendering sunsets with colors to inspire
others to feel awe, others who
may or may not talk about us, much
if at all, but who will watch sunset
will feel our fading fire, and connect

No comments:

Post a Comment