Framed, Smiling
from ITíS HARD TO GET THE ANGLE RIGHT

We loved a person, and we loved a face.

Now both are somewhere else, not to return,

never to change. A picture takes their place.


Framed, smiling. In a kind of sacred space

it casts its benediction. Candles burn.

We loved a person, and we loved a face


Whose features fade. That kiss, that last embrace,

those parting words: all air. We canít discern

such details now. A picture takes their place.


Hurry and loss and time have set the pace

and pipe the tune. We pause, but barely yearn.

We loved a person, and we loved a face,


Oh, loved them past all telling, knew the grace

conferred by love, beyond what love can earn;

touched Paradise. A picture takes their place,


And doesnít. Nothing does. We dust the case,

put back mementos, gradually unlearn

we loved a person, yes, and loved a face

consigned to dust. A picture takes their place.