Fluffs Of Dusts
This is a look at the pace of life in the 60s competitive
society. Looking back it was a pace not nearly comparable to
today's "rat race" and the satanic "Et tu Brute" back stabbing
that's inherently going on. Even back then more than half a century
ago the race to succeed was tight, the prize is there for the
taking if you run hard and fast enough not to lose the space
on the shelf and end up with nothing but dust on your hand.
The poem was inspired when I was in the school library waiting
leisurely for my date. And yes she showed up smiling.