The Photograph

There were three of us
All caramel colored men
Bill in his forties
Our smiles piano keys
Les in his thirties
Opportunity abounds alphabets follow
I in my twenties
Desire flourishes

That was then
Bill is ashes on Blue Mountain
Les decays in Philly soil
Will I be as fortunate as them to count
The days before I rest?

© B.Michael Hunter 1992

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