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He saw it falling and he was alone with the sound and dust of its impact

The dust settled in a strange formation

There were letters and it seemed like there were words

Closer examination proved there to be a story in the dust

The story of the thing that fell

Highlights of its life

Sad things and marvelous happenings

Revealed at his feet

Until the wind blew and he was alone in a dust storm

He thought he caught glimpses of other stories as the dusty air rushed by him

The dust seemed to talk when it brushed up against him and stuck to his coat

There would come a time when he would talk back

But for a long time he just listened



About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

2 responses »

  1. Your poems are so good! This one sounded like it could be the start of a story! 🙂 Thank you for sharing what you write. It helps me so much to read other work!


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