The Ride of Dust

The dust

Trodden into the road

Wishing to be

Something else

.

Crunching and skittering

Its weary song to the wind

The ever-listening wind

.

Hearing the sorrowful song

Calling its brethren

To breath up a storm

.

Swirling

In gale

The dust sees

What it could become

In the wide world below

.

If it landed here

It would become an adobe brick

Brown in a sea of red

Stuck forever in the molding

.

In another landing spot

Death in water awaits

Life in a sea of submerged silt

.

The dust is spinning

Wanting to be the wind

Trying to accept the chance offered

The life of the wind

.

Splitting

And scattering

Trying to become as light

Lighter than air

So light

As able to ride the winds

Wither they go

For eternity

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