Heavy with its loneliness and secrets
I had to take it outside
To blow the dust off
First I tried to wipe it
With my fingers into
A gray wad that kept
Slipping from my grasp
But dust is so fragile
It’s hard to know
How it can make a world
And yet it crumbled
And took to the breeze
Immediately when I applied
Just a little of my breathing
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