Saturday, June 13, 2015


In a locked desk drawer
I found a camera
Leather ever-ready case
Green-moulded, cracked
It opened, stiffly
Carefully-capped, lens
Flecked with fungus, 
Viewfinder, last held
To a dead man’s eye

I lifted it to mine
And saw only ghosts
The focus ring
Locked to a lost face or landscape
Exposure set
One five-hundredth of a second
At f16
Some bright day 
A huge overwhelming light
My fingers found the catch
The case sprang open
On a forgotten film

Too slowly, I closed the door

On an obliterated past.

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