Fading Photograph

She took the rose from the singer’s

lips

and held it between her teeth.

 

She teased him with her smile,

the twinkle in her eyes,

then slipped into the crowd

and vanished

before he ever got her name.

 

 

The crowd is gone, but the image remains

                           etched into the silver paper                           

of a fading photograph.

 

As the sea turned to sediment,

she to dust,

time changed the colors of the season

and the shape of a woman.