Greeting Card
Too soon summer falls to
winter and leaves us
before spring again trickles back
into summer
Long, hot days shorten; nights lengthen,
our world ebbs
as sun, earth, and moon stream in
fixed progress
You are not getting older, you
are seasoning
Old Photographs
Approximate souls lit on paper
embodied in momentary ideas
Ages of frozen time are perused
snapshots, portraits, studies
groupings, divisions
seen through moving contexts -
phantoms become physical
Someone something somehow somewhere
in light’s passage through air
where physical artifacts store
memories
accurate but false, misleadingly
true
boxed, indexed, stuck, lost, ignored,
or forgotten
Eyefuls of daggers, of clouds or of
nothing
commemorative two dimensional
renderings
keepsakes of empires sent to fade
personhood stolen and sealed away
essence and presence wed
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