what i was going to say with this picture 
as i rode my bike home 
from the library in the rain 
was gone by the time i made 
the elevator 
and it haunts me 
though i know it's of no consequence really 
and it may have morphed anyway 
in memory now i wonder 
will it find it's way alone 
to the photograph and haunt it too
a memory of refuge 
a vacant home?