by Paul Ilechko
The past extends into coarseness
with time specific detail gone
all feature worn to none the facial
expression forlorn of a Roman goddess
our history become blocky massing
large minimizing finer detail
now lost to memory example recall
a seaside town now forty years on
a curving arc of bay that echoes
in your mind is that fact or fantasy?
the way that houses scale the cliff
an overhanging tree against the wind
the fishing boats at rest before the sea wall
are these true memory or merely overlaid
by recent imagery a photograph
from glossy pages a vista caught
in passing your mind at its convenience
merging and regurgitating as cognizance will
the past is faded living on in darkness
a world to which we have scant access
a flickering place that fades to gray.