The Dust

I know a thing or two about dust

A Texas panhandle childhood taught me its sting on the playground

Grit-filled eyes and sandblasted legs

Days of dust

And tumbling weeds

When gray choked skies obscured and

Scouring winds grew teeth

I thought that was how the whole world worked

Nature’s castigation

For our sins.

(I do not miss those days.)

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

21 thoughts on “The Dust”

  1. We got caught in a dust storm like that in Las Vegas 3 years ago. Our nice picnic turned into lunch in the minivan in the grocery store parking lot. All you can do is ride it out. Being sandblasted hurts like hell! 😳

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      1. Well if you want to face those nightmares, you could always go out to the beach in your bikini during a major hurricane and relive those moments. We got sandblasted during Hurricane Dorian while filming the storm.

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  2. It looks just like that in Melbourne today from the bushfire smoke haze. I will not miss it when it finally blows away. It is very nasty. Love your poem.

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      1. It came last night, more to come with warning of flash flooding. What is that saying “it never rains but it pours.” I hope many areas that need it badly get some of the goodness.

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