© Marie Marshall.Twitter @MairibheagM
Autmun 2013 Showcase now published over at the zen space.
ah yes..i’ve think i’ve been there…
I saw you. I waved, but you didn’t see me.
well, I haven’t been there, but I might go……..beats shoveling snow…
We Americans call those dust-bunnies. I think it would do something to the translation in the poem, though.
A dust-bunny is something different again, Sis. A dust-bunny is a ball of undefinable fluff caught in a corner. A dust-devil is a little eddy of air, catching up dust, dry leaves, and litter.
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