Dust Devils Poem by Ben Bump
Dust Devils
Death walks these streets...
The corner market bustles while still and silent.
A stray dog follows an unseen keeper.
A man opens fire from a rooftop,
Ghost tracers pass through me.
The wind blows his shadow away.
A child's laughter echoes from an alley...
She never returned from the market...
A single flower blooms in the bomb crater.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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4/25/2024 2:09:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
stillness and a tragedy in this poem... i like the imagery