Rising I

It rises from the floor
out of the boards
and piles itself in corners
against skirtings -

a vigorous broom would merely
push it about
until it settles, quietly,
in another place.

Even the drastic rush
of brush and shovel
can't dislocate its
soft presence.

If I leave it long enough
the dust will overtake
the room, suffocate
me.

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