Sunday, August 14, 2016

Dust

Dust
My heart opened and all my feelings flew
On a feisty, flirty breeze to you,
But you were so far away
By the time they arrived
They were autumn leaves-
Crisp and dry.
Time and distance
Were not harsh, or unfair.
But one gust
And I disintegrate
Make love with the air.
Ah ah to court with butterflies!
As dust you are always somewhere.
When I was a leaf
I was there
But only there.
Now I am crushed
I am everywhere
(Gerry Aldridge 2016 )