August 2017 Collage Poem – Obscene
Dave left to stab an unwary autistic
The loneliness of sand.
The man with the photo left
Leaving small details which invoke a hidden world.
Freeing slaves from hidden bondage
Pandora had a lot to answer for
Sand in my toes
Sand in my boots sinking in rotten socks
Memories of Mumbai with my daughter,
Waiting for the monsoon
146 million grains are but just
Sand in my shoes
The Tao that cannot be named.