Postcard

Pretty, rotten photographs of times past
Surreally mounted with the torn edge exposed;
Yellowed fingers caress the memories.
Pity these dead leaves in their eloquent frame.

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After she read that, (above,) Masha wrote this:


An old man now
touching pages
in a book, fingering
pretty penny postcards
he cannot see.
Cloudy eyes still crave
another look, to finger
yellowed dreams that used to be.

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You traveled too far
to long distance places
I never could see...