The world is a ghost through which the wind throws. Nothing standsforever in her endless way Dust she hardly noticesbe it bite from meteorite, pollen from a mulberryor the remnants of one of Cleopatra’s lip-painting reeds The wind skips careless pastthe common warthog, black garden ant, chanteclair chicken, and a radiated tortoisehunching slowly across it’s … Continue reading Through (Microfiction-Poem) →