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instamaticthe sunset like a painting

at the end of the school field

[since developed into housing],

a boy screwing up his face

in a cub scout uniform

[now father to a ten year old],

your sister uncannily like

a popstar in rather bad drag

poised on the front porch

ready to step into her future

[some things never change],

the front grille of the old estate car

[you cried when it went for scrap],

poses and stances and

awkwardness captured,

moments in a life more ordinary than most

and a sad parade of so much that is lost.