Reflecting on a photograph.
There is, perhaps, some artless art
here, not quite a studio pose
but, complete calmness on the part
of the subject, soon, know one will know.
There are three generations here
but two without a living voice,
to express things which they held dear,
except through this simple device.
The third, of, course, is the viewer
reflecting on this photograph,
seeing my grandfather, anew,
then father, mirrored, in the glass.