somebody must have found
the little album of snaps
one print per page
photos taken that summer so long ago
flip through
past pixillated
sun-stained scenes
from an afternoon
so slender he
so young she
that beard
before they
before we
the leaf-entangled catwalk
the crooked rusty bridge
and as we close
and place it back
on a shelf
the sweetly sour aftertune

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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