Sawdust

by Mirabella Gibson

Ee-er, ee-er, Back and forth I move my arm, Time and time again. This tiresome little saw I move, Is a project once began.

I see the flakes of masterpiece Fall to the floor.

Trickling, dancing in midair, My project once wore.

“My little project is coming along nicely”, I think to myself. Just a few finishing touches here and there. This beauty is my masterpiece, A delicacy that will be shown everywhere.

My sawdust is a reminder of the craft I once created.

It sits, reminding me of the patience I had and waited.

Anastasia Moreno