In the photo album laying dormant in my dresser
Is a black-and-white photograph
Taken on some very distant summer
But I can still picture it in living color
I just close my eyes
A long slope continuing from the sea
With an old house on top
Beyond the porch is the kitchen
Full of ice milk
Sweet and cold
I saw old friends I'd never met
A hometown I'd never seen
And, in this commemorative photoshoot
Among the lineup of the faces
I saw my own
And then the sound went away, and so did I
Into a beautiful, nostalgic
And unmoving picture...