Lovely poem. I like the lines, "Watch our wildly swirling dust - Transform to sparkling diamonds!" Never thought of it that way but that's exactly what it looks like!
I was always fascinated by dust particles whirling around in sunbeams, ever since I was a little girl.
I'm glad you're doing poetry, Jamie. You're good at contradictions and complications, and poetry is, too. Letting the (scary) light in with you!!
Thank you. I'm more and more convinced that poetry is my mother tongue. I never feel like I'm babbling when I dwell here.
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