ADVICE TO A YOUNG POET
Sarah, I was pleased to meet your snowman.
He reminded me of others I have known
And other precious moments with grandparents
Or play with childhood friends who’ve long been gone.
We’re riding high speed trains into the future.
We know we want these memories to last.
But snapping blurry pictures can be futile.
A poem can be a postcard from the past.
So if and when your train stops at a station,
Put down your I phone, take a good long look.
Breathe in the scene, then write an encryptation
To be decoded in your memory book.
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