A voice from the past calls my name.

Images of forgotten adventures come into focus;

visions of old friends

flutter through my mind's eye

like a zoetrope in a penny arcade.


Dreaming or awake we agree to meet,

Shadows dancing along side each other.

So, how are you? And how are you?

Diaghilev never danced a better ballet

Tiptoeing around how we want to be seen

Dipping into the watershed of shared memories

Completing the exposure of an old

Photograph frozen in time.