Who Am I?

Whirlwinds make me drunk
I fly with the downtrodden
With fallen leaves
Distressed birds
With paper airplanes
Cast skyward by a gentle hand.
Up in the burning air
I am a fiery dot against the blue
A cousin of the sun
Seeing the squalor
And the sea below.
I wish to fly for ever,
Mingle with dust from somewhere else,
With flying ember
Love letters blown away by the wind,
With all things marginal and insignificant
Broken lives.
Dust I am,
Dust I ‘ll always be
From ashes to ashes
The whirlwind and me.

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