A Year of Poems – Day 151

When memories fade like melting glass,
searing eyes with brilliance as they pass,
they hover as an afterimage
with some vitality diminished
until they fade like photographs,
this present’s passing epigraph
read in words now dull as stone,
which once shone out – a living tome.

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