Plan B
I’m writing a poem with a camera obscurer Alone in the dark with a pen and a mirror I’ll copy all the words, line for line Just shapes through a lens, better than mine At the glass’s edge all becomes clear Words arranged, scribed without fear Reflections honest, colors vivid and true Time imagined – visions of you By hearth embraced for evermore Framed with care, hung by the door Shadows of day will come and go Our depths captured forever aglow Sck052915














