28
January
2009
January
2009
Immortal Me
When the Polaroid camera flashed,
photo paper whirring out the bottom slot
immortalizing my pirouette,
I stood in frozen poise,
a captured definition
for your scrapbook.
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Twenty years have come, then passed.
Still I am etched in your memory,
arms arched above in a graceful ‘O,’
one leg stiffly balanced on pointed toe,
the other out, right toe balancing on left knee.
My face stares off the page
toward a wall your picture chose not to include.
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This will always be who I am to you.
It is helpful to forget
that age and circumstances
change us and that
I can no longer pirouette.
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