My dearest father,

Who would have thought we humans
…..would have lasted
this long. Our tenacious, mineral selves
…..tell-tale dust

I am thinking of you everyday as
I make sawdust in the basement
sanding shelves for my husband
who makes granite dust in the quarry
both particulate clouds rise and
…..occlude the light.


Bonnie McClellan

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

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