Sometimes I stare at old pictures
not because of the memories but because
my mind likes to think and wonder
wonder where they are
did they mean to…
no, I never know
what to think in a situation of contact
So I resort to my photographs
My nice photographs
aligned by the edge
collaged in time.
But look at my photographs
Is there an admire, a thought that goes through your mind?
Do you ever wonder what happened after the pictures
and the last one there.