Dry Humor of a Poet

Dry Humor of a Poet

by Mary Harwell Sayler

I’m allergic to dust.
Dust surrounds me.

I am made of dust,
and to dust I shall

return. Already,
dust begins

to cover me.
On myself,

I now can write
almost anywhere.

© 2012, Mary Harwell Sayler from Living in the Nature Poem, published by Hiraeth Press