Passing Through

Dust is sweet like the poetry of stray dogs in Podunk towns,
it fills the streets with the laughter of ghosts from unsung continents.
Sometimes the trees tear them apart just for fun, other times
we inhale clouds and get blissfully sick of it all.

Ivan Peledov lives in Colorado. His poems have appeared in Impspired, Ponder Savant, Unlikely Stories, Sonic Boom, and other publications.

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