Dust

dust dance in sunlight
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)

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