photopoem

how still the trees


digitized to death     they are bleeding
into each other as moments and memories bleed
together, dry up and fall apart, no matter
family friend uniforms and matching outfits, the leaves still bleed
look, we have interrupted your party, look
as we look, neither here, yet i remember one had moustache,
i think, and the trees were bleeding, not blood
but something from their preservation, no longer trees

i steal your soul! they are all dead by now
barely

remembered most smiled
i'm thinking right at that moment
none even knew why

or went about trying to decide if it had been
for a picture, or for -

something more personal, not immortal
maybe each is tied to the other

could be it all simply bleeds
together like the trees
in an old photo


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