SAND BLOWN
AWAY
Shilloutes
of stored things
Fill the
room
Kettles, Dolce Cabana clothes,
Cookers,
assorted things
Left as
luggage
On a
railway station
Unboarded
The train has gone
Not a
breath stirs
The
suitcases
Jammed with
imagined treasures
Now who
will take my Tupperware?
Life has
left
So also joy
and jokes
Skimming
salvation
Like a
stone skipping on a laughing lake
that lost a chance
to engage
Now we wait
for sand
To cover
the evidence
Fragmenting
time
Into parceled
take aways
Only a
memory
Stored in a
chalice
Blown
Away
