' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' From My Past I Smile(For Onelia)

In the Future that will know nothing of me except this poem & a few traces of me a guide will show you my first kiss & how it continues to exist although the place & its participants no longer exist. A striking example of the phenomenon of the persistence of Memory. A guidebook will inform you & direct you to the places where I cried here here & here. “He sure cried a lot! ” a future tourist will observe & take a single snapshot of a solitary tear preserved in aspic. “Why did he cry? ” a future child will ask. But this fact will be forgot...then... “Here is a glass jar of his actual laughter. The reason is not now known. Here is a glass phial of his lasts breath. There is an audible gasp of “Is it? ” But it is obviously faked. “Is that it? ” a pain in the neck complains “Is that all there is? ” with a plethora of cameras hung around his neck. “Jesus...poets don’t leave much to remember them by! ” “They sure make lousy museum pieces! ” From my Past I smile. ******* Dearest One...this one was a bit too big to get on a postcard! Apparently someone took a phial of Edison's last breath. Like why? The guy is dying and that's all ya can think of doing for a dying guy! Also apparently it still exists in some museum somewhere! Makes me gasp!