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
***
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
Published by Shannon Laws
Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Shannon is the author of five poetry books and publishes Corridor, a free monthly poetry zine. She lives in Bellingham, Washington. View more posts
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