the silt of time.
the sediment of the past.
sometimes
the wind pushes it
away,
sometimes the water rises
and it washes
down stream to a wide
open lake.
the debris
and dust
of yesterday, all of
it going
somewhere, somewhere
beyond where
we are, caught in the air,
as we move towards a
better place.
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