IN THE COMPANY OF CAMERAS/FLOWERS
In those light-drenched shots I used to make
Of beach plum colored by the island sun,
Summer summarized and done,
As picture-perfect as any eye could take,
In those hopeful fields of view
Lay a darker day than dawn,
As our younger visions tend to spawn
Brighter worlds than planets do,
And the shades of immortality
That gather at the brilliant rim,
Of those distant mornings (really/finally) only skim
The deeper fireworks of memory.
Rewritten November 19th, 2013
Of morning can really only skim
Of morning just ultimately skim
Of morning at the end just skim
Of morning by the end just skim
Of those distant mornings (can finally) only skim
can only skim
The crumbling chemicals of memory.
The unstable/crumbling/stale chemicals of memory.
(At least) These
The eye’s diseased and fading films of memory.
Our eye’s fading human/desperate/unstable chemicals films of memory