Words and Photos
… words …
In an old trunk
amid papers saved and rotting
a letter from you never seen before.
Where, I wonder, did this come from?
The words shine like moon rise
Still – I let it go.
…and photos…
small faces
unmoving lips give the script a voice
“Here is Ali by the Great Rock Here is Ali by the Great Rock!”
cried the lost boy under a full desert moon.
Wooden camels scraped across the stage
How I loved you!
Still – I let it go.
© photo and poem by caf
Inside-out Art and Writing 
Lovely. As always. 🙂
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thanks!
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Beautiful, and made me think, on a rainy dark morning. Of the loss AND finding of things, and memories. Thank you!
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thank you!
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Very wonderful indeed!
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thank you
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