black and white trees

the photo
of trees
in black and white
is coming down.
you're done with
it. the lacquered
frame still
shines, but
the top is layered
with dust.
you remember
when you fell
in love
with it.
the way the shadows
fell.
the striking
silver of sunlight
along
a stream. you
knew exactly
where it belonged
in your room.
measuring, then
hammering
a nail into
the wall, in
a perfect spot.
but it's coming
down. things have
changed.
you've changed.
it's going
to the basement
where other pictures
have also
worn out
their welcome.