Through a crack in the frame the image of my father
Makes his way out of the picture. He's in
No hurry to make his escape; he knew that someday
There'd be just such a crack. He means
To check on folks in other pictures, perhaps
Seeing how his folks are doing in that photo
Taken at a seder in 1947 but pauses,
Waiting for my mother's image to come with him.
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