To dust

Brittle weeds
lie dead next to
a veranda,
now in splinters,
on its fated journey
to dust.

Author: Andrew Mackay

Poet, writer, anti-authoritarian, believer in the power of nonviolent struggle. View all posts by Andrew Mackay

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