Ash
Dust settles everywhere
It clings to us
Reminding us of the life
moving beyond our walls
All our little trinkets collect
Hiding their shiny self beneath
It moves in with alacrity
And returns with frequency
No polishes will ever conquer it
For it sneaks back when no one is looking
Even contained we keep its host
For it bares memory
Kristen Haskell
Posted over on her site Living in the Middle
Listed as #25 over on Magpie Tales 68
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