Against a white backdrop the trees

look like funny creatures. One looks

like an egg standing on one leg.

The light flickers and into my mind

pops the spectacle. The time when

my uncle showed home movies and

at the instant he changed reels, we

scooted up to the wall. A merry band

of rabbits, ducks and the occasional

snake sprang into life. Some of us

had the knack; everybody joined in.

When the show resumed , we were

 jittery as a bunch of  jumping beans.

My uncle ran them backwards after

we begged and begged and begged.

And that was the best part of the show.

Fruit trees silhouette the ghostly lot.

Memories silhouette my dubious mind.

All of it merging just above the post office. 

These are features of the show called life.

 Hands that want to quack and hop and prance.