The Past, Fading
Theres a black and white photograph
of me, taken with a toy camera,
in the driveway of my grandmothers
house in Ontario. On my finger
is perched a baby bird. This was so
long ago the picture is almost
blank. This was so long ago that that boy
has forgotten how he fits into the world.
If you've any comments on
this poem, Corey Mesler would
be pleased to hear from you.