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August death by dust [60]
August death by dust
Willow watches as hot winds brush her long tresses,
two blackbirds squawking at passersby,
where stunted cattails stand stoic, defiant of this drought.
As for us —
Do yesterday's sorrows predict tomorrow's triumphs
or more trials that erode the soul's grip on life,
as eyes blink and lashes brush away this drying dust.
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