Sand

Sifting, shifting

sliding, seeping

it is everywhere

adhering to the dirty clothes

scraping there, across my nose

inside tightly sealed containers

stuck to sandals and my trainers

in my ears

and hair

and teeth

gritting in my sheet for sleep

insidious, ubiquitous

surreptitious

t’ween my toes

and up my nose

and even in my, yes,

well, you can guess!

 

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