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The Photograph Album
We are looking at photographs.
You study my posture, my gaze.
I watch you change
with children at your side.
We look into the faded eyes
-wondering
why are we still here?
Two people who no longer exist.
What can we learn from them?
What have we yet to learn?
We know where we are.
We know when we arrived.
We know what we have become.
We know who is at fault.
Still, we do not know why.
poem
by
Ronald Shields
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