My Worry

My worry is like dust
when I'm still
    it collects and settles
    coating
until I feel alldusty.
    I'm running or 
    the wind is blowing
no worries, no worries, no
worry on me.

My dust is like my worry
    here
again another window still
the dust so loud
I wake up at night
    it's in my wrinkles
    and under my arms
I must learn to toss and turn.
I look carefully.
I lie very still. 


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