Saw Dust

Saw Dust

A Poem by JR

Here I sit with this house

and we rot

like termites eat timber

each day a little softer

each day thinner at the

edges, at the places

we will break like this

old house will I one

day fall into saw

dust.

© 2020 JR


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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
But, that's not all, is it?
The place poems like this one come from is not perishable.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on July 5, 2020
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JR
JR

Placerville, CA



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