Past Measure

plaintive musings of
heat radiating
from the rafters
we contemplate
a moment after

but continue on in
search of the
perfect treasure
every one someone’s
past measure

old photographs in
sepia tones
a baby doll of
porcelin, clothes
yellowed and torn

coal shuttle boxes
now retired
carnival glass
pottery dinnerware
long since fired

a day of retreating
back in time
touching other’s
lives simpler then
in lines of rhyme

© July 2012
Renee Espriu