Dust Devils in a Parking lot
indifferent to me
the paper and leaves
in merry connection dance
without a care
The contrast bears sad reflection
that we with so little care would waist
and leave our stamp upon the asphalt
showing our contempt for the land
the intelligence within all
yet nature seems not to care a wit
knowing our existence wont last much longer
and when the dancing of our waist is done
we join it and the dance begins again
only our ashes and dust entwine
but does this fact releave our guilt?
should we go at full tilt
doing and seeing as we please
leaving our wreckage in our wake?
just here sit
in a moment's pause
and consider what kind of foot print you would leave
or shall you be forgotten
your memory left
only in whispers where you were
and a party over your passing
the dust devils throw
as you no more trouble them a jot.
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