It’s big, but sneaky and quiet as a mouse.
No one ever sees it working so diligently,
Hanging onto the dust for dear life,
Never wanting to let go,
Knowing the dust will be ripped from its arms again and again.
It just wants a friend.
Written by Candace Shultz
I wrote this poem based on a swap I joined on swap-bot.com. I had to pick the 7th book from my bookcase and turn to the 7th page and choose the 7th sentence to be the first line in my poem. I chose Thing Explorer: Complicated Stuff in Simple Words by Randall Munroe. Here is the 7th page for reference:
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