Images
Memory takes motion and freezes it.
Each moment captured and held, there,
a picture on the gallery wall.
Here's where those moments will all end.
Here's the last picture, where she turns
the last corner, head down, in icy rain.
A hand dropped and then turn away.
Walk back to the dry gallery
to stand, poised, inside a silent stillness.
A picture in a further room
falls to the floor, shattered silence.
Glass spreading shards across unyielding marble.
Sharp splinters of sound echo
through rooms and empty corridors
as eyes close and heads turn away.
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