Photo Ghosts

The pictures tell of myself,
Congeneric forms,
I am of them and they of me.
Common codes reshuffled and redealt,
Along perdurable twisting threads,
Follow down the ladder,
Link one to another,
Mirrors shape and shift our guises.
Dispossessed, possessing photo ghosts,
Do hopes and dreams wind down that spiral too?

~Joan Hewatt Swaim