Dust <br />of hay <br />floats <br />down from <br />the loft. In <br />sunlight <br />it <br />could be <br />angels that <br />watch over calves <br />at their birth. <br />Tools hang <br />on <br />rusty <br />nails but blades <br />shine with <br />oil <br />on the <br />edge.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waltz-wave-dust-of-hay/
