Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Photograph

It wasn't a fire – It was a flood – Felt like a fire
What to take? What could he take?
Pictures? Clothes?

Hurry the water is almost to your door.
Medicine? Important Papers?

He was an old man. His house was full of things.
They told him his ticker was bad.
Guns? Food?

His wife was dead. His children had disowned him –
all five of them.
Neighbors fled at the sight of him.
Cash? Coin Collection?

In the end he took one thing and one thing only,
a framed photograph that had been hanging in
the same spot for 65 years.

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