The Film at the Back of My Head
rolls on endlessly.
vignettes
of our life together
Your smile, broad, warm.
Your hands, your beautiful hands.
Your brown eyes, steady.I see you playing your drums.
I see you streaming with joy as you sing.
I see you holding Annie,
a grey furball
curled up in your face.
I see you hunched over the fine print
with your half-eyes.
I see you looking skyward
at a starry night.I see you everywhere,
in every frame
on the film
at the back of my mind.
North Kingstown
July 1995
