Too late to love
Now photos take me
Into the stream of love
From the past
Visible to the world
Two images find me
Wishing for the hearts
Of two men
One an indigenous man
In his decorations
And breechcloth
The other a cowboy
From earlier times
Neither would look twice
At me if we'd met
Both years dead
I see them now
With love
After this no living man
Will hug or kiss me
Knowing photos
Have captured my dreams
I would toss them all away
For any man to hold my hand
Barry G. Wick
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