Pictures of Another
An old photograph sits stuffed in an unlikely corner
of a forgotten book, tucked away in plain sight,
but with none to read it -
none who care to.
The book highlights rules, orders,
guidelines that put the reader to sleep.
The picture highlights a bygone era,
black and white the norm.
A dapper gentleman appears, smirking,
wearing the same uniform as I -
and yet his seems to speak more volume,
crisp on his photogenic frame.
A lovely dame has her arm through his,
smiling as wide as can be -
I can only surmise the joy they found
all those years ago.
A tree overhangs them in the background,
looking for all the world like it was there
for the express purpose of this held memory;
picturesque doesn't scratch the surface.
On the other side, another photograph:
this one of the same man, in different clothes.
A flight jacket, goggles, and khaki pants,
posed outside a bird's open cockpit.
Both photographs beckon through the keyhole,
for the viewer to glimpse through to antiquity;
gently they're placed back in their place of rest,
for another on duty to catch that fleeting glance.
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