Memory of the future Four pictures, now five of them This reckoning will never be still. Who is left here to catch the laughter, Flowing in these pictures From a summer twenty years ago. Her eyes like filtered honey Bind still some old affection. How often we chance upon a hazy picture, On days lost to vacancy, Pictures which they didn’t ask to be clicked. That's the thing. Because for everyone you meet, there is a potential last moment each day, everything ripples outwards f