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time 
distortions of memory 
tricks played out 
of things thought but not 
old photos tell stranger tales 
of two dimensional places 
of younger eyes 
and tender faces 
8mm and slideshows 
or lockets clasp'd 
kodachrome and sepia 
and oh! there's a cameo hidden 
in the back of grandfather's pocketwatch 
(it isn't grandmother and her name sounds French!) 
but they're hollow records 
of voices, laughter, or 
the way someone walks 
as unique as snowflakes 
but prints fade out like streaking tracers 
soon only one or two aunties 
remember who's who in the zoo 
while great grandkids think the hairstyles look quaint 
and one of us really seems to favor the guy on the right 
but move on to pictures of ourselves, will ya!? 
not knowing that it was a good day in that shot 
or if war was over, weather hot 
but time exposes our brief latent images, 
f-stop for all in our pin-hole lives 
love, hate, joy, grief parallax'd into flashbulb shadows 
and afterimages fade 
carbon arc'd 
onto dusty shelves 
carelessly aperture stopped 
into old shoebox albums 
and broken frames...

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