Into Dust

*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre

Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?

Because I fear

For the warm skin

It's sand, mud and dirt

but some see the blue beyond

and call it a beach.

She almost forgets.

Summer nights still taste like smoke

and fireflies still dance.

The snow was melting

when you talked to me

when they talked to you

when we stood with them

and their thinning perfume

their black backpacks

their straightened hair

their plans of the ride home.