Album

From the deepest alley I dust out the album. Faces that look out Seem distant and alien, Selves that yearn no more, A time that cares no more. My wife prettily raw, Our son of a new world, The cat with wondrous eyes, Gone before I could touch them. On each frame pose shapes Frozen ageless happy With nothing but the present Radiating a forever goodness Breaking through dusty ages To stand here now in my eyes. I feel a pain well up in me And before my eyes gather mist, I put back the album In the deepest alley of my heart.