Miss the darkroom?
Yellow Kodak boxes with a danger smell,
now bankrupt have a rosy odorant.
Will you ever edit live again?
I sent haikus.
Your text response:
“they make no sense.”
Old notes played from the jacuzzi is
a naked soul gently singing in
grisaille.
Digital point click ready to eat.
Miss the darkroom?
1 comment:
a naked soul gently singing in grisaille...nice...worked in a dark room in high school...a little easier now...smiles.
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