Thinking of the story
I heard on the radio
about the family
who found the only
image of their relation
in footage disregarded
for fifty years or more
now memories reclaimed
by so many others
pictures and sound
filling in the blanks
that otherwise are lost
nothing is ever forgotten
just caught between frames
the projector spinning
at the end of its cycle
waiting for the light
to come through
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JulyPoWriMo 21
Joshua Keiter 