Two A.M. and a Faded Picture Frame

Two A.M. and a Faded Picture Frame

A Poem by A. Hood

The illusion

of a familiar face in the crowd

works to the advantage of the wandering mind.

Although, familiar faces are often altered

with every “X” placed on passing

calendar days.

 

So I close my eyes

and save today’s newspaper,

until it becomes yesterday’s news.

I prefer it that way.

© 2016 A. Hood


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Added on April 6, 2013
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