Robert Castagna
I’m feeling nostalgic for nostalgia
if you know what I mean—
like old bicycles and Stephen Shore.
Today we’re supposed to ignore,
these feelings
and grapple with the pain,
put away old photographs,
study history,
curse our fathers
Hell! He was never around anyway.
So what draws me there
like worn-out records
skipping over so much time?
Is it the smiles I’m looking for
or that off-hand look
that reminds me of a movie star?
Maybe it’s the possibility
that was there
in the eyes that blinked
when I pushed the shutter.
