175. Time-Etched Photographs

We wound down alleys and through thoroughfares
our guide pointing
seemingly at everything
commenting in specifics

“There I lugged stones
to form retaining walls against the hill.”

“There we delivered milk
but it wasn’t that.”
Talking about a bank that stood over what once
must have been an old farm-house.

“That there?
See it?
That was where you’re grandfather once…”
and he was gone.
Not gone
but off on another one of his stories.
We listened.

Over the course of his comments
we got a sense
that what once was
was dear to him
he carried around in his mind
like a photograph
etched in time
that he liked to recall
if only to know
that he hadn’t forgotten it.


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