Tracks In The Dust

A Father's Advice About Learning the Mission of Life

Dustlands

After I enter the room- dustlands

on my shoulders, in my hair

releasing before a moments breeze

carries it on its way to dustlands- on my shoulders, in my hair

relaxing before a moments breeze

When I was waxing poetic. From “After Curfew” March 1976 © MGert

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