a box of old pictures

who deserves bliss
only those who smile, not cry
at the love-faded snapshots
of castles of europe
of brown VW rabbits
of teenage eyes full with naive fire
that betray a first harvest of desire
campgrounds of twentieth century mist
barrooms of an 80’s tryst

those who do not covet passage
into the storied past
or the triumphant future
of a love offering bliss now
that's who
they’re only old pictures