Monday, July 20, 2015

THE AGE OF SMALL THINGS


Old statisticians never die: their samples just get smaller


Houses revisited where
we holidayed confront us
with furnishings, magazines,
décor, beds and utensils,
from our world that pertained
when we were here decades ago,
surprise us with vivid replay memories
insecurely linked
to the passing trade
of now.

When we were thirty
renewed encounters with places
from our childhood surprised us:
trees once tall
had shrunk, the long mile
we walked to the shop as kids
for lemonade on holiday
was now quite short.

Ten years since last
I repaired our letter box
atop a garden post. 
Today it was askew,
screws rusted out.


This was not how I remembered it.

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