Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Buy the postcard (take the ride)

Hands shoved in pockets we wander,
works of the undying glimpsed.
What is seen is not really seen
for some.

Markings and notes,
the snap of the capture by those wanting
to remember more.
Yet not actually having the memory.

What is seen is more than seen for those that do.
It is felt and acknowledged.
Public spaces become private.
Personal is everywhere.

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