In his pictures of people arriving from Europe after the war,
his subjects are bone tired. Some are slumped like luggage,
a few of them fast asleep. They are watchful in their dreams.
Most look to be as ancient as an elephant’s eyes. They too
escaped the hunter’s gun and will never forget. They are dressed
for the occasion in suits and skirts, hats. Two girls on the dock
are whispering and laughing, beaming like the secrets
of a morning star.