Sunday

Old picture

I studied the picture in my memory.
smooth shapes,
flowing contours,
tone,
shadow.
The playing form of the half-naked
playing,
laughing,
rosy child bathed
in warm light.

Squinting
in the shade of skyscrapers,
at the sign of the road that matched the caption.
gingerly fingering
my black electric baby,
hesitating
from the mockery of my shutter.


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