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Penny Jeanette Yost
I pulled out a photograph today,
tucked neatly among some old letters.
And you stood there again,
before me-
A cautious smile and
your head slightly cocked.
You invited me to a
cup of tea and a cigarette
and I accepted,
(like always).
But it's different now,
for you're only a photograph
and can't participate anymore.
The tea tasted good though
and I chatted with you awhile anyway-
Talking of poetry and art.
And how nostalgic life can become
when chatting with an old photograph
over tea.
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