This Fourth, we had everything—
lake, s'mores, fireworks.
everything. Like propaganda.
It felt not modern, not old,
but detached from time.
Classic.
Rather like a painting.
I took pictures, too,
on my modern smartphone—
a hallmark of time.
And I have this camera app.
It tracks any light it can detect.
Perfect for fireworks,
but on dimmer subjects
the result is a blurred mess.
Rather like a painting.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Counting Down the Days
PoesíaIt is the summer before I leave for college, and I am staring into the empty abyss before me, wondering what to do with my life. In this collection, I am challenging myself to write something every day (now adjusted to every 2-3 days). I may write p...
