smiling, breathing, tumbling
she stretches a set of regal fingers
into the ray of gold
twisting them through the dust
grasping at the particles
one moment, capturing one on a
moon shaped nail
another moment,
disrupting the flow, threads of dust
forever disappearing, matching
her thoughts which
smile, breath, tumble,
forever elusive, always on the edge
of understanding
she wished she could capture the thread
hang on, tame it
knowing that the dust would
always float through the sunlight.
written aug. 2006
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