Album

This live poet was talking of death,
How death’s album grows in a year,
Our life ‘s whole business of death
Smiling behind cherry blossoms.

We keep life’s album in moth balls
Against white ants ,in our drawers,
So faces do not lose cherry smiles,
Leaving ungainly holes in old skies.

(referring to Kay Ryan’s poem Album)

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