they lie face down
photos float in a puddle
murdered by Time
I scoop them out
the past comes alive
in my hand
the photos all smiles now
lives lived
in Black&White
I leave the past
to dry out on the grass
the photos talk among themselves
'Now! '
says the sun
'Now..now...NOW! '
the house
looking embarrassed
without its roof
the room
wearing a ceiling
of summer sky
a chicken
perched upon an almost
submerged suitcase
a hen laying an egg
in Auntie's big brass bed
the ceiling now nothing but stars
the room gives up
the sludge of things come & gone
the all too human stuff
an airmail letter
from 1963's America
navigates the bedroom's waters
'I'm sorry...sorry! '
the house apologises
letting go of time
voices(trapped in walls) remember
voices(held in photos)
'Re...me...mber...m...e! '
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