dust cart villages

by mistersoto

tyre imprints on
dust track
twilights tracing
where golden desires
now cheaply spent
in fragile hands
form their slowing defence
against expensive voids
tracing off
within their expanse
in direction’s vast futility
all of that remaining impenetrable
and like them
out of reach
the grasp of news
from the exterior
redirects the ear again
to the heartbeat