Dust Bunny Poem by Gary Scott Gebert
Dust Bunny
underneath it all
a gathering of sorts -
idle thoughts,
a notion of success,
feelings...
collected together
wrapped, a clinging orb
scurry about with a wisp of despair.
how they hide
beneath each everyday -
lurking unnoticed by all who simply be,
in their shadowy corner.
a cage can not hold,
no verbal abuse command it,
only hands -
brave enough to caress them
lulling each to sleep - again.
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