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  • Writer's pictureLaura Packard

Polaroid Reckoning

Polaroid Reckoning

A flat tire

a broken-down sink

crashing glass

screaming sirens

racing flames

frame trailing


of heat and dark colors

of what


have been.

Blowing smudges tinged in promise,

pomp and circumstance long gone.

A blink, an eye, filled with mere seconds

that blend.

Yet, the snap of the wrist

delivers darkness again.


she walks in patience

along the wilted washed out brush

where an image blurred in ember

will soon tease a rosy flush.

And when the pigment rises,

her children’s laughter, sticky sets.

She’ll know it has everything to do with her

and not a thing to do

with him.

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