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True Emulsion

Overexposed memories conjure
old photographs, and they are never quite you,
though I search with reasonable care,
diving into layers of suspended silver halide,
processing any chance
that your image would resist
a change of subject in mid-thought,
shifting blame to varied shades of gray
for every callow misdemeanor.

I wanted to coat glass with you, and plastic film,
and even the sheer cliffs that rise from the water at
midnight, rosy with all-night sun and fools' gold
strobed from crags of cupric oxide--
any substrate for my colloidal visions,
but not paper.  Never paper.

I could scarcely bear impermanence
or that inevitable fade.


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  1. Date: 3/8/2012 2:07:00 PM

    Very well written...nice work!

    Keiser Avatar Susan Keiser Date: 3/8/2012 8:10:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you very much, Laura!