Waking dreams found stillborn in a drawer;
You cue them up indiscriminately.
Former loves come reluctantly fore;
They can’t interrupt and can’t disagree.
(They’d condemn your thousand-word reverie
as airbrushed, touched-up photo-fakery!)
But actors without contractual clout,
They stay silent, rectangularly.
So you smile – with condescension, no doubt –
Fixed in photographic memory!
-David K. Ringwood