Old Photos Of The Future Poem by Chen-ou Liu
Old Photos Of The Future
A Tanka Prose
At dusk I sit in front of my computer reflecting upon the bright, promising smiles of my childhood, youth, and early thirties. I scan them one by one.
in the photos
we have ceased to be
the same…
I am his outcome
he, my memory
The setting sun sinks slowly on my glasses, and in the deep of the computer screen a gloomy and bemused face is mirrored.
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5/7/2024 5:36:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
One by one! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.