Snapshots: film, digital, watercolor, sketch,
One quick note — That’s all she wrote in the dust.
Snapshots: Finish line; who won in the stretch?
Memory in a jar; remember, you must.
A string around a finger, mark or jot.
Oil upon a pile of Holy Land stones.
Bread crumbs mark the path we nearly forgot.
Hieroglyphics on an old box of bones.
You remember your way; I’ll use my own.
Your mundane to me looks quite creative.
Notes on scraps of paper are just on loan
To the future. To the past, they’re native.
Lullaby rhyme till logic takes a nap.
It’s just a jot upon a sonnet scrap.
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