perpetual dust kicks up beneath
our sole-worn boots,
nailing the sun
right into the sky
& blisters the soul-worn earth.
suspended in time, we linger like
a wasp in a room filled with emptiness
to and fro
across the divide
a slight sigh escapes.
time again
skips abruptly, the melody.
replaced by its own melodramatic track
a mechanical march that motions
day to a crawl
crawl to a halt.
watch the track slowly fade
stealing with it, the mirage.
castaway dreams that line the shores
seeping into the sand
to sleep, tenderly
tucked away
like autumn leaves, ghosts
& smoke
we wait, patiently.
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Submission Name: waiting for the wind
