Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Family Tree

When asked
I decline to call
the aging relatives
wrapped in their far away towns

with no words exchanged.
It would be worse than
talking to a stranger
about venetian blinds.

It is now
I say as the moment
vanishes and sweet
visions and tastes replace it.

The encounter would be too large,
the pauses too long
and what could we say
to enliven the history.

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