Washing the Dust

Washing the Dust

A Poem by Michelle Grayson

Wash

Wash away the dust

From the trail ride earlier this day

Down

Down from the hair, chin, cheek and brow

Down onto tile

That swirls brown right now.

Away

Away down the old round drain

Take away the essence

Of muscle ache and pain

I like myself to be seen as a person that’s clean.

So into the water I dutifully lean.

Into a cool and refreshing flow

From the head that’s high to the feet down low.

Even between my big and small toe.

Now I can sigh about what I’ve done.

Perhaps even write a poem about it.

That might be fun.

 

© 2010 Michelle Grayson


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Added on August 15, 2010
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