Chalk Dust

Long thin strands emanating from a jar of angel's hair cotton. Draping over crystal roses and buttons. Of memories and Cheerios when I was a lad and the stars were brighter. When dudes were from the East and there was respect for one's elders. Coffee was coffee and not a designer. Grandpa spits tobacco in a Mason Jar and not at someone's feet. The TV had rabbit ears and test patterns. Dinah Shore saw the USA in a Chevrolet. A double-feature at the movies was fifty cents. Now the chalk dust is gone, and so is my hair.