Pluto’s Dust

when in the silence, cicadas flood white walls with tinnitus alarm, your eyes itch from staring at the sleeping dog, soft as a cotton head, breathing
blaming no end…
town council’s view
a mole hill of flyby dusting

-Alegria Imperial

Pluto’s Dust

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