Dust

Bring me a new excuse to lay a trail in your streets
Bring me a soft invasion, I’ll provide the sea and the ships
And in the morning bring me the dust
In the morning bring me the dust
Bring me my seven league boots and our balance so we won’t stumble
And bring me your five fingers, they say there’s luck in odd numbers
And bring me my packed suitcase, and all our favorite words
And bring me my library, our books about fishes and birds