dust in the wind

driving across town late at night while listening to kansas’s “dust in the wind” seems all the more poignant as i come upon those hardworking municipality street sweepers with their orange jumpsuits and shiny reflective bands sweeping the thoroughfares of kabul of that most ubiquitous of things here: dust.

dust in the wind. all we are is dust in the wind.
all we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.
dust in the wind. everything is dust in the wind.

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~ by safrang on December 9, 2008.

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