A Reality Once

Only a photograph
a split second
        less than a breath
greater than a shadow,
light
light
more than a memory.

Laughter and the silence
of sunburnt summers,
innocence and wonder.
             My father’s eyes
captured
  the measure and
magnificence of youth.

Family, friendship,
and what will
               never be again.
Only a photograph.
Images and snapshots
beyond dreams, but
        a reality once. Still.
© 2016 ,j.g. lewis

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