Through the dust of yesterday
Picked up and thrown into the foyer
The foyer of tomorrow's sun ray
drying it out from a month of rain
Carried on shoes that reflect the sexiest clouds
Shoes whose laces snapped in two
yet complained not and went on as if new
Worn just enough for comfort to depart
Yeah that spray of loose earth and tiny stones
Dredged up onto the rug audiences drone on
Crowds and crowds after false messiahs
Scraping on the pavers engraved with lies
Screeching at the window it appears
How did the dust get up there?
getting lost in the thread of the carpet
Social media knee jerk peeve pet
Not easily vacuumed
Tiny but evident
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