Bands
sunbeams
twinkle with
flecks of our skin
rubbed off from touch, rubbed off
as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff
layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days
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Poem: Dust
Posted byShannon LawsPosted inMadrona GroveTags:Arizona, broom, days, dry skin, dust, Lower Antelope Canyon, poetry, red soil, Shannon P Laws, skin, sunbeams, swifter, time
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