Love of the Loveless

Cento for Tom Lee

And finding nothing

you look back over your shoulder

happy lives, a lot of time

that one image. On bad days

you don’t trust yourself.

It was –

It was as if –

But this is an old story,

the specific weight of an image.

Pretty much alone with

the eye unrecounted,

heart almost telescopic.

A glorious early summer’s day

behind glass. At home with ever

greater frequency    I hardly

I heard I lived I didn’t

I become. Old photographs

seem to have this, people walking

around you    never  always

empty

something

image

day

shine