Poemdog

Dogs 2016

MOVING PICTURES
(2/18/16)


we live
in snapshots
that change minutely
day to day

place
to place

each shifting
ever so slightly
with the weather

the seasons

with the
creeping decrepitude
of antiquity

frame
by frame
we retrace
our footsteps
until it difficult
to distinguish
any calendar
association

we know
that time
has passed
but the scenery
seems so much
the same

we don't
sense
our aging
at all

we wonder
if we've attained
some practical
immortality

if we
are living
forever again
today