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
