A plectrum in the dust I saw today
   a blast from the past it made me smile
      knowing so many wouldn't even know
         what it was it brought to mind the poem:

Kingdoms Without Letters

Unfamiliar yet frightful all
The shell-thin skulls just like mine.
An incomprehensible vortex of their movements

Resolves to nothing while I catch up on sleep.
I might speculate on their goals.
They evaporate leaving no trace.

By first light I find still surround my headland
Counties as vivacious as mine,
Civil bordering on fierce.

Tracts with no landmarks for me.
Kingdoms without letters
Occcupy each passing head.