Picture Frame
Not that I’m looking to go anywhere,
but as I was watching our lives pass by
in random order, flicking along every six
seconds on the digital picture frame–
you and I riding bicycles in Key West;
Riley, Sophie, and Annie leaning into
one another on the couch on Christmas Eve;
the cats as kittens; cousins and beach vacations;
and, again, you, illuminated and sweater-
bundled in the fire’s dancing shadow-glow–
I had this moment in which I noticed
the tap and ticking whisper of the clock.
And I remembered this moment a few years
back: Dinner on the back deck with
the whole family, and my mother’s hand
on the back of my father’s arm, and then
spoken softly, It’s been a good life.
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