poem of the day April 27

I am

looking

at a

photograph

of 1939

With a

Javanese

dancer

that

looked

so modern

at the

time

But

after

years

of

being

stored

in a

closet

It turn

from

modern

to nostalgic

Yet

inside

the

black 

and

white

light

I get a

smile

from 

my

new

old

photo

Friend

that

transcends

the

now

of

Zen