The Gathering Dust

Living inside the moment,

Temporal things

Pass me by

On their march to permanence

 

Attached to everything

But themselves,

They stand as false Icons

To a time once lived–then put away

 

A trophy case of remembrance…

Enshrining what was lost

In the gathering

Dust

 

Never rediscovered…

Defining what death means

In the gathering

Dust

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

 

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