Old Photos

Time stalls
A glance at an old life
A dying way
Colours as graded sepia
The mountains lay
With heads in clouds
And bead work patterns
Crisp and clean
Uncertain and serious
Fathoms deep
On youths that
Now are dust on the air
Stories of wilderness
It was once there
I stare into dark eyes
Across a century

Posted: Friday, May 21st, 2021 @ 11:17 am
Categories: Poems, The Sight.
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