Poem #11

1.

Child with large wax lips

As ghostly as memories

Faded Kodachrome

2.

A painting undone

A portrait as Mouseketeer

Wrapped up in self doubt

3.

Young woman, yellow dress

The shadow of a spider

Early morning sun

4.

Deep deep blue shadows

A contrast of omission

That which is not there

5.

The elusive snipe

A hot humid wandering

Small trails through the woods

6.

Paths end at the creek

All of a Sunday morning

The smell of wet leaves

7.

An unfinished song

Wading in barefoot cool water

Tenor of soft mud

8.

We could be anything

Tethered we are to this spot

A memory flash

9.

Eyes play tricks on us

We are all of the senses

We are so foolish

10.

The thing is just this

That I am growing old now

That I grind my teeth

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