A Life of Fragments
Like a box of old photographs
Some of them already ripped in pieces
You found on the dump
And helped yourself to a few
While the wind swept the rest.
It was a cold blue autumn evening
As you laid them out on the table
In the kitchen and found a face
That reminded you of a girl
You once followed from school.
She never turned to look at you
Until now, that is, all smiles
With her eyes tightly closed
Because the sun was in them,
Or she was about to make a wish.
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2 comments:
Such a wonderful ending.
The first strophe is exceptional in that it mimics the failing function of memory. So many "snapshots" of our lives are lost flapping in the wind.
Then S2 hones in on a memory that is brought to crystal clarity in S3, which is full of nuance. Amazing how you can't remember what you had for breakfast this morning. But how you can remember a moment that took place in the third grade with such vividness.
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