Dusty Drawer Memories

Sometimes,memories come unbidden
sneaking in the backdoor of forgotten.
Through dusty clouds of floating life,
a sharp reminder of a life lived

A strip of photos found crumpled in the drawer,
creased with age and image poor, 
but just a glance and with no warning 
I was back..in the photo booth.

Like crazy kids we pooled our loose cash,
enough  to save a frame for life,
and through the curtain,in we fell
like crazed hyenas,...smiles in place

The seat revolved with manic speed
rIsing up then down to show all faces.
Tongues poked out, slash smiles that grew..
Fingers making rabbit ears.

Who could pull the funniest face?
Distorted - yet benign.
Youths joy at living-spilling out
and saved to celluloid.

I see those long ago lost faces,
eyes untarnished,life unlived
Where did the joy of misspent youth go?
Hidden?   in a dusty drawer.