My Dust

The smell less smell
The sparkling clean surfaces
Books at right angles
Your black sandals sit quietly below the chair by the door, waiting.
  
The walls adorned, yet bare
A Buddha of wellbeing and African welcome mask
A dancing Ganesha, alive with a long rising shadow in winter
Unread EPWs, a bright Mexican cat at the sill. Meow.
 
A father looks on
At a disordered [...]

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