Bust Of Dust Poem by Kevin Patrick

Strolling through a brush stoked field, I came across a falling star
Yet when I went to make a wish, it cindered smoky chars
tadpole embers withered and turned into amber Filigree
I pocketed the shards and scooped an arts and crafts Degree
Took the pieces to a forge to sculpt into a little nest
But an uninvited cowbird broke the gold on its chest
So I threw in several fragments into a wishing well
But the well spat out the pieces as it was underneath dry spell
Then I took the battered rubles to plant a diamond orchard
yet the grove that grew was stewed into walls of whaling torture
Out of desperation I baked the pieces into a pie
But the pie tastes like green ashes, so I threw it to the sky
Now Plans, dreams and wishes, they all went out to bust
Don't you know that everything is just made up of star dust