i look for the same images as i did years ago
they dont seem to exist in my present reality
they were stark, not in contrast but in juxtaposition
they were dark, not in blacks and shadow but in the indifference
and yet through them shone what little light was left in my darkroom
immersed without color, the monochrome marvel left me breathless
to subsist, sans spectrum
i look for the same images as i did years ago
they dont seem to exist from this perspective
im going to start looking harder, under rocks
next to old dusty and rusty lawn and garden tools
behind the stove and in the back of the closet
just dont tell me the beauty is gone
thats a burden im not sure i could shoulder