Poetry for thought - Sawdust

Sawdust

by Sharon Bryan

Why not lindendust,

   hackberry, hemlock,

live oak, maple, why

   name the remains

after the blade, not

   what it cut—

 only now do I see

   that the air is full

of small sharp stars

   pinwheeling through

every living thing

   that gets in their way.

Image: Flickr- Horia Varlan