Monday, June 20, 2011
So many snap shots
How am I to know who these people are?
I am left with boxes
So many boxes
Sepia strangers one after another
Mysterious relatives or friends long forgotten
Who is that holding me over the seal exhibit?
So I can feed a slimy fish
And who is that I sell framed
for a dollar ninety nine?
One after another
I am the last one
The oldest one alive
All who can identify
Run free in another plane
And care not for the sepia strangers
Who will eventually fade
Boxed and shelved
Posted over on her site Living in the Middle
Listed as #9 over on Magpie Tales 70