In the mind, there’s a photo-album <br />stamped on the cover, My Photos? <br />with a question-mark – <br /> <br />the stranger’s profile, immortalised <br />as they waited at the crossing lights; <br /> <br />the face crumpled with laughter <br />at the joke you missed, as <br />you boarded the bus; <br /> <br />the first glimpse of a future lover’s <br />stance, expression meaningless: <br />strangely unattractive, <br />insignificant yet remembered; <br /> <br />whose photographs are these? <br />it’s as if some other mind <br />borrowed your camera without your consent, <br />to leave taunting hints of timelessness.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whose-photos/
