I watched,

As the wind blew dust miles into the sky,

Leaving the world with a sanguine glow

And the air hard to breathe.

There’s little beauty in a dust storm

As you feel the grit on your teeth

And the blister of its breath against your skin.

The beauty of the world lost

As the red powder

Senselessly races through the air,

Crawling through each crevice

And into places where it doesn’t belong.