by Rickey Rivers Jr.
That dust
does dance
in the air
with little care
for allergy
or infant.
Inevitable pest,
plaguing homes and such,
a silent guest,
growing,
ever growing,
waiting
to be wiped away.
Rickey Rivers Jr. was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His poetry has appeared in Former Cactus, the Ginger Collect, Vamp Cat Magazine, a Twist in Time Magazine, and is forthcoming in Mojave Heart Review and Royal Rose Magazine (among other publications). Follow him on Twitter @storiesyoumight or on https://storiesyoumightlike.wordpress.com/.
(And don’t miss Rickey’s poem about the power of leaning Towers. – Elephants Never)