Memento

It is a wood stool that collects dust
In a balcony with the potted plants
That are collecting moonlight dust.

It is some tree in the western forest
That might have turned earth-dust ,
As she has now ,scooped up in bag

To be hurled in a soft central river.
She got it made who had made me.
It will be a memento till I am dust.

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