The snapshot—
like time in a coma:
Back then we are young,
but even so the skull still lurks
as cheekbones.
Too much, I dwell too much on the ends of things.
Look here instead: the flowers! The trees!
we’re in a playground!
we’re children!
(It’s color film: some of this is real.)
We sit down together,
old friends that we are now,
wrinkle ourselves into a good mood,
shed lamp on the situation,
try to awaken the past tense into life.
Copyright © 2015 Jody Azzouni