A picture on the fridge

vision of a past life,

a glance at ghosts, smiles forgotten

by all but the framed


memory speaks to me:

two smiling faces

badly tuned guitars

fingers blur

class rings

backs against fence


scenes beyond the picture

grass, fence, trampoline

characters in the play

who never walk on stage

friends from forever ago

caught forever

memory laughs with them

holds the camera steady


young legs wearied

jump in rhythm

nearly fall from trampoline


memory tires

youthful energy

gives way to rest

the scene quiets


memory gives a final embrace

sends this moment to its grave


memory stops talking today


each scene set to rest

with a colorful gravestone:

a photograph,

a glimpse of what was

a speck of mortal dust



it’s alive

in motion