And this dust survives by cristinaledesma33

And this dust survives

And this dust survives
through the death of ages.
It sleeps in deep layers of mud
black, red and umber;
it sleeps under the wet pelt of a November hill
where long grass is the colour of fox;
it sleeps deep under lakes;
twelves metres down it survives,
dust of arctic meadows,
old and tough
as love.
- Pollen by Moya Cannon
April 15th, 2021  
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