The Ash

July 7, 2010
With the wind I soar

Like a bird

Without their wings

No such control

My path unknown

Destination ever changing
The dust sweeps with me

I’m the ash

My life has passed I’m
Still here with the wind

I swoop. I swirl. I twirl. I fly.

I see what I never had the chance to see.

I sneak. I see. I fly again.
The wind picks up, faster this time


The power causes a twister of specks.

I and the others swirl up

And up

And up

Then there we are.


At last.

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