Why do we take pictures?
The ability to endlessly preserve is one of many modern fixtures.
If we like a dish, we order another.
Impossible to do with the birth of a brother.
Capturing fireflies in a glass,
Eventually they burn out and pass.
Wedding cake in a freezer,
Forever able to eat at one’s leisure.
Still tastes of cherry,
But not as good as when you went to marry.
Even hands in cement, statues of stone
Are gone like the wind’s moan.
Don’t you get it? Nothing is and I’m not being mean.
Life, love, even colors on a screen.
Bronxville, NY
