Friday, February 12, 2016

CH 11: Photograph Poem




Under the Autumn Tree


We six Keys stand under
The tree. Half of us
covered in black
And three colored like
Autumn leaves. 5 smiles
Expose themselves
To the camera. The last one
Is my father but I believe
His lips know when
The lens is focused.
It’s the only photo my brothers
Smile in. The others show
straight faces and
Tilted back heads like that
Of a dipping bird.
A contrast to the fact that my father
Was leaving overseas again.
He was free for a short
Few weeks. Like my gut
Who burst in laughter.
All thanks to one brother
Messing around before
The cameraman shot our
Photo.

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