27 October, 2008

I take pleasure in rifling through the contents of dusty old boxes, sifting treasure from trash. I’ve come to know family I’ve never met through photographs.

Specimen of years I wasn’t born to see, I admire their costumes and the mask of their expressions.

1 comment:

Tama Trotti said...

melissa, this poem is awesome!! You should get it published on the metro like all the others!! Tama