Of Poems III

One poem, two forms. The first is a sonnet, the second is free verse in triplets (and one couplet).

I'd Forgotten What I Said About Her Hair

I had a dream wherein I met a girl.
Her world died, inside out, while I watched.
I saw the last light fade, then unfurl
and fold back in on itself, worn and notched.

Of Poems II

A new poem. Not my best. It'll do.

Photographs
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We have four pictures.
It is my father's family
or mine or
us or ours.
It is Halloween,
and it is not. and not and not.