Inspiration
Onion skin pages and empty windows
Repel us as much as attract—
Possess brief images locked fast in place—
Memory melded in faded photographs of thought.
We are things we once were—
Frozen kaleidoscopes of dreams
Cupping eyes and pens so tightly,
Casting free flaxseeds of imagination.
Still, sepia leaves seem white-boned
And open windows let in absences.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2008
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