Kit Kelen #1172 - in dust

1172

in dust

in memory they are now

and so I am, will be

in dust

so many houses this one

I have the ashes in the tool box –

half

where the wills

and the title deeds were

out of its seasons

a sky today

there will be salt water scattering

have built a house of dust

I am the furniture

take it

they’ll say

the toys were never put away

they played up till the end

a settled thing

the dust

from a dotted line

from borders guessed

so many pictures now they are

words and yet to burn

all mystery

gone to the brick grey blue

and under the rest

a settled thing

as if it were known

I would come to the secret  

I believe in a box somewhere

in the unlit green

stir it up

in dust

choked down

within a dream’s reach

past utterance of years

rain on this refusing roof

my mother’s house

has many mercies

fewer rooms by time

fallen to same fascination

the flower forgets its name

in dust

in memory they are now

and so I am, will be