Dust Devil

A twisting devil

dances,

silently spinning

the dust,

lifting up the dead,

cemented in decay.

Miscellaneous debris

waltzes upward

together,

alive in motion,

swirling and twirling,

kissing the air.

Slowly falling,

too soon released,

downward, downward,

resting silent

and still...hopeful

to fly again.