1963. You Are standing sheepishly In front Of the boardinghouse. You Before me Before him Before this life you accepted In the midst of strangers.
In the midst of strangeness You are beautiful Flawless Gleaming white face And those huge eyes. They could only be Blue- -An innocence displaced By an equal volume of water.
But this photo Is black and white And Isn’t in our family album.
I finally saw You In a shoe box Hidden Under your bed.