A Question of Nostalgia

by Jessica Calandra Shoup
(Ohio, USA)

This contrived machine..."life" (commonly termed)
needs no solid recording device.
Are you fond of the reverie?
Farewell: take leave, but not the
keeping. Stay my stance, thou
deep-thought rapscallion.
The land of Nod
welcomes you,
captured
friend.

Tend
raptured
moments, to
of ease command.
Tatterdemalion
they all less lucent dance
Behind eyes' sole vision-weave.
Are you fond of the reverie?
Words are lent life for only a trice,
And I left my shoes by the trampoline.