You hold your head high

on a neck stiff with the starch of arrogance;

you may live at an elevated altitude,

but your collar is as blue in the shade as any other,

your substance is as much dust as mine.

If you will own your weaknesses,

embrace the molecules

which bleed when torn,

perhaps –

perhaps our souls could

fill the same sea,

our waves could curl on distant shores

and make of foreign pebbles

a new form of


15 comments on “Dust

  1. Robert Rife says:

    Bitchin’! Uh…I mean, this is really good, Melody…yeah, that’s it.

  2. lylekrahn says:

    That’s quite the view with that photo.

  3. Eric says:

    You are just blossoming——must be spring! πŸ˜‰

  4. I’m washed over Melody by your beautiful wisdom !

  5. Debbie says:

    This was other worldly! Wow, Melody .. way to go!

  6. Eric says:

    Congratulations, Melody. I know you don’t accept awards, but perhaps this special thought will be accepted: http://ericmvogt.wordpress.com/2013/03/31/the-first-cup-award-6/

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