It hasn’t settled yet

Still, wavering in the air

Too heavy a load for a shoulder

 

This hullabaloo

Ahem! It’s too alive now

Thirsty to be understood

Pick the bones from these meat,

May you?

 

And could you tell me

What poured before the wind arrived

The stubborn smudges that continue

Must I wipe them with my handkerchief

 

Oh! Then, quiet I will be

Until this dust settles, too