I'm dusting the house on a Sunday afternoon,
the radio in the background chattering at ease
The dainty wallpaper, colored dark green,
sits in silent appreciation as the room is renewed.

Sweeping here, sweeping there, coughing at the past,
all the dust taken off, exposing the furnishings' true colors
Looking toward the window to see what's beyond
and thinking of the bright possibilities ahead

And in the distance, a dust storm rises and advances,
undoing all of today's progress for years to come