The dust tickles your nose and travels down your throat.
It coats your pant legs, diffuses through your shoes,
and only your toes are protected
by pink-rimmed socks you nearly neglected to pack.
The biggest challenge in life is to walk
through these piles of ash and cinders and
breathe deeply the pulverized horse dung
swallow the lump forming at the back of your tongue
and let those tiny particles settle wherever they may in your body,
much as your dreams and capacity to love
settle as grime and grit
covering the ground around your footprints
in a fine layer
of what could have been but never was achieved.
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