(What do you have for things forgotten? What do you have for life that happens?)
The frozen hordes come forth . . Clocking their miles . . Enthusiastic in the past.
The frozen hordes come forth . . Icicles and bicycles . . Hanging from their beards.
Like horses that were pounding hooves . . Now puffing warm breath . . Into the cold air.
In pictures with party hats . . Noise makers and high-balls . . Dropping.
Bottles broken . . Not in photographs, but in garbage cans with noodles.
Not forgotten but Remembered . . In a spontaneous fashion . . As if in a jolt!
The Now forever . . Waning quickly.
The Now forever . . Pouncing!
In life, in all directions . . Memory is captured . . And memory is Released!
A wise Old Tree once said, “Nothing” . . As full as the Sun.
In sepia toned photographs,
In retroactive perspective,
In digital migrations,
In lost waves rolling,
Like Empty Thunder through Time.
In bright and warm locations . . In frozen hordes . . They come forth . . As if in . . “Now”!