Slab of paper, a collection
of breaths taken, hands waved, loves loved
in a wave of silver halide
in the shutter of a memory
in the blink of a smile.
Swathes photographic, the reams
rationed out to longing hands,
to migrant families in prosperous clothes,
to hands leish, blithe and bonny,
the moon’s lens on a dark sky.
The pages smile, sigh upon touch
a nostalgia for a world now foreign
of one-eyebrowed grooms,
of e-numbered lolly-stains,
of suns set and silver dawns.