cross-legged
on the floor
sorting
and sifting
through
long days and short decades
of love and dreams
and babies and travel
old
tattered photos
divide my mind and heart
as I toss or keep the blurred smile
as I toss or to keep the sharp frown
cross-legged on the floor
the tidiness of digital shines through
much
better to reminisce in bits and bytes
where no one has to deal.
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