Electronic Pop Poetry by mindgallery
1
What about the memories without photographs
like the ones that slipped through
the silver lining
and were last seen blowing in the wind
wearing a pacific northwest
jacket of firs
11
The unavoidable burden of lingering
like old photographs collected
then placed in
a box
made of cardboard and
packed in a
closet
waiting to dissolve
and fall apart
because of the
elements
of nature
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Friday wouldn’t be Friday without a mindgallery poem from the Brooklyn Missed Connections archive. For some reason, in my mind, the smell of pine and the way old photographs feel in your hands, goes perfectly together.
