That camera

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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