You are the traveler, armed with your
spanking new Polaroid
eager to capture that moment from Providence. Your experience,
neatly printed on glossy paper, filed, laminated-
stamped like a credential.
Ink will fade, with time-
Their edges, yellow like autumnal foliage,
Furling in unfurling mockery.
Humus.
Whilst the moment leaves, foot prints in the earth
Of my evergreen reminiscence.
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