Poems of the Week


by Laura J. Bobrow

“Massive dust cloud heading toward US may dim the sky this weekend.”

I have been known to mop and dust,
though only when I really must.
If company is coming, there
is not a dustball anywhere.
But now I hear, to my delight,
A huge dust cloud is in our sight.
It soon will turn the skies opaque.
It’s not my fault, for heaven’s sake,
but now, for once, I’m dusting-free.
Why go and waste my energy?
My guests will have to understand,
this dust is just Sahara sand.