From the small house
we watch the dust drifting
down the valley like a
greedy cloud of locusts
turning every green leaf
on the roadside to a
dirty brown.
DUST COVERED
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
From the small house
we watch the dust drifting
down the valley like a
greedy cloud of locusts
turning every green leaf
on the roadside to a
dirty brown.