Saturday, November 20, 2021

In Memory

 

20 November 2021


He got word today

(As if words can be gotten)

She died this morning


Lines of begetting

Follow the Fall, linear

Time imitating


A mirrored edge

She stationed frames at the beach

Ocean selfies, sand


Having run its course

No one to turn it over

Hourglass facade


The ongoing still

Photo of her with Sangha--

One--hands around wrists


He sits on her legs

He looks at her eyes looking

At him, not typical this


Joe says, must be old

Sangha so tiny and her

Hair longer, not posed


Cannot escape frame

Of photo album of his

Adoption, her joy


Glued in place, covered

By warped clear plastic

You have new memory


My iPhone would say

Take picture of her picture

Post it she returns





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