you collect images the way some people collect
trading cards. they'll come in handy you say.
you're no writer or collage artist, you gather
them all the same.
a picture of a cat staring listlessly into the camera,
a woman sobbing,
the President speaking to congress,
the beach at dawn,
the cluttered desk of a stranger,
a picture full of pyrite,
the crowd at an anti-war rally,
your mother and father when they were young,
downtown LA in the 1930's,
a beautiful women wearing only her smile,
the field of Gettysburg after the battle,
Paris during World War II,
a portrait of your favorite writer,
you the first time you met your grandparents,
a forest of redwood trees,
someone you once loved,
bears catching salmon from the river,
the Andrea Doria on its side, ready to disappear,
a satellite image of North America at night,
the hands of two elderly people clasped together,
a princess awaiting her prince.
What is the next step?
Must there be one?
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