by Lisa O’Neil Guerci
confetti that glimmers
feathers
and dirt
the tumbleweed stuff
of hopes
dreams
and hurt
stardust detritus
the crushed shells of time
sandgrains of memory,
gold unrefined
brushed off,
mundane
these contents of days
jagged shards of glass
lining the way
birdseed strewn
without a care
the cats dander
a few stray hairs
fibers and lint
found on the sheets
dust mites and
pebbles,
crumbs that we eat
all this and more
comprise souldust
we’ve made
the cells of mere body
is all that will fade
dandelion fluff
and cornsilk
blown by fate’s last breath
time is measured
as present
and past
as birth
and life
and death
but come what might
and come what may
the sun rests
at the feet
of dusk’s
end of day
and the soul knows
no time
no rot
no decay
we’re souldust
life’s glitter
the potter’s crushed clay.
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