Tuesday, November 3, 2009

my old photograph

she smiles at me.
I smile back.
the same smile.
she is calm,
the blissful calmness
of knowing nothing.
she hasn't changed.
19years later,
her rattle still
a vibrant yellow.
but changed, I have.
from her to me.
all that remaining,
is the yellow alone.

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