DUST
The words
lingered for a bit
suspended in mid air
Then turned brittle
and crumbled
under my gaze
falling as snow
into a neat little pile
of scintillating dust...
I couldn't refute
such a fragile statement
so had to blow it away
ever so gently
on a single breath...
Artwork: “DUST”, mixed media on board, H: 6’ x W: 3’. Public Art at Scripps Institution of Oceanography, La Jolla, California.
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