Poem: Dust

I can't keep the dust
out of this place. 

Try as I might to wipe it away, 
it floats in while I am not looking

And collects
in all the neglected corners.

The good bottle of whiskey;

My dancing shoes and bicycle;

The box with the good pearls;

And the wedding album.

I wish I could have kept the dust
out of this place.

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