The CHARM was BRIEF
How sad the day
When I discovered
My LOVER was a ROVER

Georg’ann

Sand, symbol, self

Each tray of sand, BLANK
canvases, soon filled.
Everyone comes with a STORY.
Lifting the COVER, a peak inside.

Hands HOVER, hesitant to place.
As if they know what’s being told
in bits of plastic, glass, metal, ceramic,
wood, paper, cloth, rock, feather or fire.

Yes, these fingers understand
that the mini moon ROVER
from the Toobies toy space kit
tells a tale of a loneliness

so vast gravity no longer holds.
In this one piece, suffocation
and dissociation hide in plain view.
The narration is child’s play.

Heather