shook

just so much fluff upon the wind,
that’s all we really are;
we think that we’re so permanent,
but we don’t make it far

before we’re scattered, each like dust
off which a traveler shook:
but yet – there’s beauty in the dance
for those who really
look

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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