sometimes i look at pictures
and i study the faces to see
who has what nose
and who has
what smile
and
sometimes i look
just to say hi all you
relatives who
line my face with genes
and past choices
and
sometimes i look at pictures
to witness
how much has changed –
and
sometimes how little…
as if my face
was made in stone.
[AND btw… on a different topic, way to go team USA world cup soccer!!]
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