by John Smallshaw

A young boy in the old town
Caught forever
In the photograph.
Another kind of golden brown.

Deep in yesterday the smile still plays
Around my lips.
Ships in the background captured in the bay..
..and that's the way of it
The camera snaps a bit
Of how it was.

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