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Compostable Dust

October 14, 2017
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I imagine death
socking me
as I change lanes,
my hair flying as
it did in my youthful dancing

I imagine death
dulling me
as I lounge
watching war and weather casualties
on the tv news

I imagine death
surprising me
while I stretch in yoga class
earnestly trying to reach
more

I imagine death
counting what years I have
left
and know more deeply
that I am dust.

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  1. November 11, 2017 9:56 pm

    This is a really good poem. Brings a smile. Thanks, Joan

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