after transferring digital photos,
when deleting them from the camera
this somewhat depressing sentence
appears, and I find no reassurance
in the words, blue text on white space
and however transient these gypsy words can be
there is an everlasting power to them
or trapped in them, waiting to be triggered
like dynamite shattering old stone mountains
whether spoken, remembered, or
written down
words linger long
in the human heart and mind
as well as in the memory, however flawed,
that does contain more than images
symphonies, sonatas, sad country and western songs