From snippets to all-out collage poetry. This one is done on a mail art postcard.
Anything was in the air and
it would turn and look again.
Some things keep coming back.
the flowering bush strong and fresh.
a criminal and a change of heart,
a tourist in town. twice.
a mechanic, in a hurry to leave
and The car not fully insured.
the familiar voice saying,
it’s a family affair. I have nothing to hide.