by my bedside clock
lit with blood-red numerals
consuming eager minutes
thinly coated in vagrant dust
whence does it come
local pollen, insect pieces
Hawaiian volcanic bits
Russian-spun drought debris
twice-circling Sahara’s sand
Indian cremation ash
in west-to-eastward transit
all manner of planetary stuff
mixed with cosmic offerings
reconnoiterer of time and space
by my bedside clock.
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