THE ACCUSER

THE ACCUSER

Today, a white plume rises.
A flock of storks,
embarks on a journey of a pilgrimage
to an Arabian desert.
The beauty is unbounded
Yet terror in her heart.

A line of men:
Close shaven, bearded
Lean bodied, obese!

“Which one?” Asks the policewoman!
Tearful is the young woman.
“It was him,” She points out to
A lean bodied young man
"Who stole my purse.”
Then her memory flash as lighting
Visits her again!

“I think I left my purse at my granddaughter's place!”
Tears streams down the old woman's crimson face.
“Sorry to have wasted your time.”

The young woman holds her hand 
Kindly
A gentle squeeze, "my father has demantia
I understand!' She says.