DUST SMELLS

[rksingh]

Searching mother
in the thickening dark:
the tree stands

through the twilight
hear the bridge I cross with
creaking bones

wheeze December
in lonely drizzles:
sun's last glow

measure wisdom
to unknow, now lower gaze
and look within

the heart's rhythm:
dust smells beneath the feet
above the head


--R.K.Singh