Acres of the heart
Lay unexploreed
Behind photo smiles.
Happiness, satisfactions,
Failures, halts.
That tolerant age has
Learned to reconcile
As wonder cadences it's dying fall
Old photograph
I turn you to the wall.
I came to you
Without a backpack,
No walking stick,
Lantern guide;
Accompanied only
By the ringing voice
Of yearning.
Aging paper fuel
Fan baby fires
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