Morning Dew

Dew collects on the grass

Dust settles on trinkets

Long forgotten

Dishes pile higher

And the sink’s tide recedes

Waves on the shore of the drain

Whirlpools down to the deep sea

As the dust bunnies sway like kelp

In the air conditioners breeze

The dew is wicked away

By lamenting footsteps

Of the neglected child

Walking to school

Bullied into silence

The dew a reliable comfort still

There every morning

No matter how hard it is kicked