Picture book

In a Picture book,

Flip ! I look.

On a sultry afternoon 

With my shivering hands, 

I hold an era, never to return,

Incomplete! 

A picture book, imperfect. 

But what is perfect ?

 never to complete, in its imperfections 

like a pacing heartbeat!

A page tears open,

Tears drop!

Inks smear and the magic trick begins. 

The picture book casts its spell, 

A trickster ! 

It tells, of an era bygone.

Weighing my hearts broken pieces,

It’s stardust’s fill in the gaps. 

The picture book, 

Flaps! 

Voyaging into the oceans of memories

It heals, it mends and cures.

And as the summer rain begins, 

Relief !

It says, the end - the shows over.