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MarPoWriMo 2

A story I heard
one time in middle school

a belief that dust motes
are departed souls

seemed plausible
that dust evolved

to see each other
standing apart together

illuminated by light
from an unidentifiable source

to place shaped ashes
on shining foreheads

to recall what we have been
and where we are going

between everything
so small and everywhere

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher