December 26, 2008 (I was 62)
The devalued photo
on the two-inch screen
taken two seconds ago
shows a tropical butterfly
in a tropical forest exhibit
at the aquarium
The photo snapper
looks at the photo
a foot in front of their eyes
their finger still on the trigger
ready for another shot
while the butterfly
still jiggles like a puppet
in the leaves of the mangrove
Our photographs used to fit
in a single oversized family album
with an extravagant cover
deteriorating from useful love
across three generations
looked at studied
again and again
They were history
now we have blips on a chip
They never leave the camera
just a confirmation
that what we actually saw
is virtually still there
more proliferate images
than moments left in our lives
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