DUST (poetry diary 42) Still cleaning. DUST Wendell Berry The dust motes float and swerve in the sunbeam as lively as worlds, – Read rest of poem (scroll down) DUST Dolores Cairns I said, Being humble, What is there for me to write about? – Read rest of poem Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.