Dark Room Days

 



The mustard weeds and memories
had a certain symmetry,
like Yin, Yang, and tag teams,
like a camera to its film.

Days ended and began
in vestiges of dark rooms,
with enough portraits
to spell out a name forever.

There were no such things
as antique terabytes, only
birthday wishes caught blushing,
and brides to be betrothed,

only decorationgs hung
by small and proud fingertips,
and a father's secret satisfaction,
in knowing, moments can be kept.