THAT HUNDRED OF A SECOND
the photo
stands
outside time
It thinks
only
in black and white
the only time
it visits the present
is when its gaze
catches my eyes
and I am pulled
into that "then"
pulled under
the great waves of time
until I am washed up
like a broken shell
and all appears in
brilliant colour
where once more
you wait for the photo
to be taken
saying cheese
and smiling
for the dickey bird