Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Basement Photographs




In the cellar
you      and I your older brother
construct another project

the trains of childhood
replaced with a model race car track
built by us from wood and foil

in the picture you and I
heads bowed in concentration
don’t seem to feel the need to talk

but as we planned
the roadway slope
and the spacing of the track

we must have talked
and though I never was a dreamer
we must have talked of dreams

the photographs
are black and white
like shadows     like my memories

and I have spent a lifetime
searching them
for fragments of your voice




©2015 Frank Kearns

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