Best Nikon Poems

I kept the inner workings,
kept the plastic furniture
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept (in part),
the whir of its mirroring mind.

Of course, the viewer has dimmed out
nothing in the camera fully develops,
yet images emerge.

I can catch the blurry taillights of stars,
find my way through a long-burnt...

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I kept its funnel-cloud eyes.
I kept the inner workings.
Kept the plastic furniture 
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept the whir of its mirroring mind.

A shutter undrapes shadows.
A shabby couch on a dusty porch,
still plays bluegrass though
a fish-eye lens.
Dancers in Beijing seep
out of digital skins.

Of course...

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Ever since it came to me
my Nikon has been doing stupid things.

It has hung from cliff edges
just to capture an image of a small lizard
I could have photographed in my backyard.
Its gazed at clouds until imagined
dragons chased swans over the heavens
knowing all the while
that its...

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Like my innate need for eating
Walking, sleeping, and waking
Photography seemed inborn in me.
My heart and mind could make it free.
Clicking photographs of black and white
With a Click-III, a camera, very light.
I found Isoly II cheap and best.
I used it for a long , with ardent...

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