or so VHS tapes in a bin
tucked far away
on a shelf
in the basement.
each marked with a year.
85, 86, 91 2000 and beyond.
beach trips are on there,
holidays,
and birthdays,
family when we were all
young.
my son is on there in diapers.
two ex-wives.
but i think the mice have been here.
some moisture,
some mildew,
cobwebs and assorted smells
are stuck
to the bin.
bravely i pull
it off the shelf
and take out the tapes.
God knows what's on them.
but i want to bring them
back to life
into this somewhat new century
we find ourselves in.
do i risk
everything by sending them
off to be transferred
to another visual form?
DVD, digital perhaps to be
watched on my
smart tv. my phone?
is Gloria on there, Amber,
and Joan?
Trixie and Chrissy.
those were some wild nights
being single again.
will my dog
be there, chewing nervously
on his bone.
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