Cosmic dust

Cat in the mirror
sunlight streaks coat
dirty brown.

Diamond glass filters
all of this laid down
like earth’s jewels.

Can they see us from the stars?
Minute particles of dust
bind us in August concerto.

Then summer days
strip away to
autumn crispness.

Nothing left of us
but bare bones with
unnamed stars calling.

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