Dust

I came, a-wearying

story in my hand,

not realizing that most folks had it in mind

to go to the movies instead.

So, I drank iced water,

bruising my past in the process,

and I hurried to make it to the party

before it was over

and the doors were locked.

I walked for hours that night

Dry and restless,

the dust shaken from my feet.

The quick laughed with the dead,

and it was no surprise to me

when I found

no room at the inn.