Shunned At A Funeral — Dust Devil

I was walking through the middle of a
Nowhere town, counting my steps
With my eyes cast down.
Dust on my
Boots, heat in my veins, every
Mile just looked the same
I learned how to travel light, carry my
Fear like a birthright.
Told myself
I was doing fine, just drawing
Breath, one more line.
I didn't see it
Rising in the distance
Didn't hear it call my name
Just a traveler in the silence
Like dry ground tasting rain
Then the dust