keeping a distance

why burrow? what should I want to know
of long ago rooms in ruins; all those faraway feelings
that ran their course and fossilized

memories will naturally annex themselves
after all, what is recalled is squarely placed
between tall walls or hidebound

in backlots, recollections stacked as quick change
scenery, historic and painted for the age
when explanation was just enough to silence protest

yet the time thief still slips past, substituting babies
for foundlings, full grown, holding swaddled imagos
- I count the cost of what is gone and not forgotten

Just twelve lines of micro poetry for Kerry’s : Long ago rooms