- Vol. 09
- Chapter 05
Meditating on the Ephemera
We have a stack or ream,
if you will, of old magazine pages,
advertisements for creatures
of a by-gone era.
Does anyone care about
these decorations of yesterday?
Perhaps the humming of wax
wings can still be heard,
ancient murmur of false memory.
An artist illustrates a moment
that never happened. Lies can lead
to the truth. Or can they?
I worry that storing up such
useless items will lead to a worship
of ephemera, a contemplation
of what has passed on.
The tattered comics of my father’s
youth, vintage photographs of folks
I’ve never seen before, love letters
written on a forgotten occasion.
Perhaps one day I’ll move on, but
risk losing much in this decision
to include the final punctuation mark.