Stone to Dust

The journey of Sisyphus’ stone

shoved with all might

until will breaks, and

the stone disintegrates

into gravel, then sand,

lining the hillside's

well-worn path

with dust.

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when walked past,

it brushes into swirling fog

Ardent mirage:

a flamenco dancer

blown in the wind, whistling

an Andalusian song, faint illusions

of a homebound ship, peering

atop the harbor’s highest fortress

toward an infinite horizon

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just as tears crystallize

in a salty sea breeze,

a melody no longer recalled,

wails lost in

colossal castle walls—

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the dust settles

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but stays with you

at the bottom of your shoe.