September
15, 2011 (I
was 56)
In
home movies more than sixty years ago
the family poses grouped as for a still shot
They don’t know what to do after the first click
keeps on clicking they look uneasy
Then they each wave their idiosyncratic salute
obviously on cue from the director/cameraman
as one by one they walk toward the lens
smiling as they are reminded in passing
leaving the frame which pans Grandma’s garden
The cameos are standard improvs
Grandma pointing to tomato plants blushing
The back screen door of his tavern opens
Grandpa steps out already looking older than he is
Young boy dons a leather football helmet
Young girl almost cartwheels on the lawn
Aunt Lucy turns to hide behind a tree
In the alley cars new then and humorous later
are classic relics now more well-remembered
than anyone who drove them
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