Journal 2: Strange Everyday Objects

Dust is homeless.

Dust is a lonesome drifter

floating from place to place

hoping for a dwelling to rest upon.


Like the hobo, dust has stories.

Grasping the sides of ceiling fan freight cars

and clinging until it cannot hold any longer

and is expectorated into a new life.


It seems that

dust too, is a victim

of gentrification.

This tiny speck has sat here

on this block of the mantel

for fourteen years

and all it takes is a single swipe of a feather duster

to displace it, and everything it has worked for.


The friendless dust speck moves on.

It may never find a permanent home

but it knows it can rest here for a while,

or at least until the wind picks up again.

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