dust

Marina Vorontsova
maryvorontsov
Published in
Nov 21, 2020

hush — say you,
restoring silence
over the forest of a room,
a single bedroom apartment

a speck of dust confronts
your violence,
minutely, in a hurry,
but dies away
when touches windowpane
caressing other specks
already silenced

your nether lip
and anxious eye
sufficiently betray
ulterior intent
betwixt your hush
and speck of dust

you cast
another glance
while other specks of dust
fly briefly up
and down
casting other
weird deeper shadows
over the rippling streams
of other specks of dust
that dwell in this
single bedroom apartment

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Marina Vorontsova
maryvorontsov

I am a copywriter: I like reading and writing stories, above-average copy, and delightfully inferior poetry.