The Dust Collector Poem by Tyler Mason

The Dust Collector

Rating: 4.5


High amidst the sinking sands
The dust collector sinks his hands
Into the strange, bewildered lands
Where not a single timber stands

The sun is dull; a raven flashes
Eyes as dim as buzzard ashes
Long and lovely are her lashes
Sweet and dim her shadow crashes

Thursday, June 23, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: ashes,raven
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 16 October 2005

There's something very intense about this poem tyler. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary

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