tight strap, long face
black leatherette
smelling of Kodak
we would ease the lever
with a thumbnail
until it snipped
a thousand times
the shards of light
loving the darkness in there
what a treasure.
But what now to do
with all those pieces
that dark box
Dick Alderson (Western Australia)
From The Astronomer's Wife (Sunline Press 2014)
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