I wrote this poem awhile ago, but on reading Hopper's post about photos I thought of it and looked it up.
Photos as Evidence of Love
Me as a child: many, I was a doll.
None from college, Cleveland or
San Francisco. We were too
cool for cameras.
Wonder what I looked like then?
From the marriage:
mostly my son, one or two
of my ex, a few of me.
From Richard's time:
lots of me.
Then, ten years blank.
Wonder what I looked like then?
Until Mort, then lots of me again.
Some matted and framed.
And from his last visit, a few
I hadn't known he'd snapped:
Me walking on the canal.
At the bookstore.
Picking blueberries.
My hair (grey in the mirror)
white and wild about my head.
Three years ago that was.
I wonder what I look like now?
Please note this spacing is all messed up. I transferred this from Word and I've been trying to correct it here on the blog post but I haven't the patience.
