LEGACY

Aging photographers,
we sit around a table
once a week
at the Java Cafe.
We speak in camera language
of our hope for the moment of perfect exposure:
ISO, shutter speed, Aperture.
In our garages,
our studios, if we have one,
spare bedrooms,
closets, are
prints: framed, unframed, matted, unmatted,
processed and pinned
like butterflies in our museum
of memories.
We rarely speak of our own
luminescence of life
gathered from the first flare,
star-dust, the passage of time
for which no print is possible.