ISSUE: Summer 2005
Like a box of old photographs
Some of them already ripped in pieces
You found on the dump
And helped yourself to a few
While the wind swept the rest.
It was a cold blue autumn evening
As you laid them out on the table
In the kitchen and found a face
That reminded you of a girl
You once followed from school.
She never turned to look at you
Until now, that is, all smiles
With her eyes tightly closed
Because the sun was in them,
Or she was about to make a wish.
