Snap Chat by Kathy Lundy Derengowski

Snap Chat

You took a photo and it caught me there
in faded wrinkled jeans, with uncombed hair
a slightly crooked smile and startled stare.

I would have posed, if given half a chance
remembering perhaps our old romance
the early pas de deux- the ancient dance.

But too much time has passed, the years have flown
Our youth is spent, even our children grown
No record of the compromise we’ve known

So, unaware, with sunlight in my eyes
time, and the camera caught me by surprise
as when, with brief display, desire dies.

by Kathy Lundy Derengowski

Editor’s Note: The sleek use of rhyme in this poem makes this poem deceptively easy to read, but the narrative is anything but.