grains of sand kiss the nook of my feet
tiny made yet loudly they speak
with an itch at every step
digging my toes deeper
granules tugging down
to feel Earth’s womb
delivered
today
peace
sand
Nonet
spector
he’s gone beyond not to come back here
no more long letters from Vienna
with sad pictures from Kodak
of a wife left behind
with a sickly child
no where to turn
hope long lost
she fades
ghost
words less spoken 