Sunlight bleeds through the bleached wood blind backlighting a haze of dust. Each particle rises and falls, percolating through the warm kitchen air until it meets a flat surface. A cool draught flows under the door causing more dust to rise up. A cloud passes in front of the sun, and the air clears.
Small Stones: 5 January 2011 #02
January 5, 2011
I really like this poem, Dianne!
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Thanks Terry, appreciate your comment!
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