Hidden In Moving Pictures
I unlock my strongbox. My old mind is crammed with silver screen gold. I manipulate, polish, reshape, bend. Eclectic draught, a childhood net, a lifetime’s catch. All that l gleam, imagination stew and the pervious present, preserved.
a black and white film
colorized and good remake —
truth sought in sequel
RHYMES AND REASONS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
5/31/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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