reposes, it shows a number
and has a tiny wooden cross.
He recalls studying a photograph:
she was young when it was taken
she smiled as she walked out of the sea
brushing back luscious locks, feeling free.
No, she is not just a number
for it was only a blink in time
when she strode upon the earth
but he has brought her to life again
remembering a youthful figure in the ocean.
How fine and magical these moments are,
yet transient...like a shooting star.