September 2020 Collage Poem: The Silence Still Talking
Herring-packed collisions gravitate together
In her own Wonderland she avoids the looking glass,
Red rain washes the stain away
Tonight we re-zoomed our relationship
Renewed our unspoken vows
The gods of Zoom count their coins in the jungle
Pollocks ! she cried, I'm at the wrong disco!
Marching onwards in this town of mine
The anger of the forgotten people
And those left behind to fight again
Marie Celeste entangled in green growth,
Miles from dreaming.