Childhood dust has gone
with only the echo
and vague memory
of the warm smell
and summer sparkle
of roadside ditches.
The is no dust today.
It has all been
vacuumed
sanitized
processed
and shunned.
In losing our dust
we have lost
so much more.
One senior's travels on the knowledge path to Moksha, using poetry, essays, and stories as a means of transportation.
Childhood dust has gone
with only the echo
and vague memory
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