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484 Waterloo Street, London, Ontario

I had never thought of it as a lie let alone

of us as conspirators It’s September of 1968

& we’re posed on the porch for a photograph

As eldest son standing straight & still at the centre

of the cluster I wear a slender tie probably a clip-on

& stare at the camera until distracted last second

My kid brother squirms too young to pretend

but I help preserve the monochromatic illusion

standing on the steps of my great aunt’s grand house