Forgotten Song (eraser dust)
- Billy Collins
- Dec 11, 2019
- 1 min read
My eraser dust danced on the desk to the music of the delicate lyrics they’d just
extinguished.
I see them smile and bounce around. It’s because now THEY hold the secrets to
the forgotten song.
Although I have discarded their party with the sweaty backside of my hand,
they continue to dance, just now on the floor.
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