By Jean Paul Mazlymian
I was given an old photo
Crinkled and bent with age
Found in a box in the attic
Forgotten in the dark
And lying in the settled dust
Of that old wooden room
It showed a young boy
Unaware
Caught in a fleeting moment
He sat in the grass
Below the bright sun
Smiling at the empty sky
© 2020 Jeanpaul Mazlymian
