No Room

No room for one more photograph; these walls are full. No frame can hold a picture quite so small that it would fit within the space between one image or another. All these rooms are taken and the house will have no more. I must go on to find a place outside to nail my thoughts or give collection up. The galleries are ready for a younger voice. The ticket buyers ask which ones are new. The faces that look at me wink and laugh. These faces I have loved and now but half remember and some not at all The walls have no more room for painted images or photographs. The years have been too good, remembrances that leave out grief and sad encounters edge each other for attention