He saw the dust the mower made,
and it made him see the dust
of his own thoughts
as they pass across his life.
The dust outside swirled away,
like his thoughts that morning
had moved along his mind
and vanished forever.
He hoped to find
a few of those thoughts,
but he knew
you never find dust
once it disappears --
the dust from spring grass
or the dust from thoughts
let loose in your life.
