April 18, 2011
PROMPT: Write a poem that begins with "Like..."
LIKE A DUST DEVIL
Like a dust devil, nothing’s storm
arises in the mind’s waste
to pick up words, dry as dust,
and lift them as if to go somewhere,
only to spin them around enough
to mesmerize, and then suddenly
drop each mote,
and disappear,
still
without
a sound.
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