The Old Camera
(A award to old present time)

Sometimes I feel

(looking at that old picture

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Group action conference this

from that old camera-back in '58)

feel I'm motionless that eleven-year old boy

in Como Park (St. Paul, Minnesota)

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Untaken in the stores as

standing in the sun

with my pal, Mike Rossert

(like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer)

smiling-proud as can be

(over cipher)) righteous vivacity))

arm about his shoulder

(his on all sides mine)) now 59)).M

I suppose location wasn't a support in the world

(just flowing time, romping time-).

That old photographic camera (1840s)

caught it all:

life was so simple

it was a bubble...!

#1632 1-29-2007

Note: Dedicated to Mike Rossert. Mike and I roamed St. Paul as kids, relating 1956, possibly to 1959; but we remained friends until I was possibly 15-years old, afterwards we some gone astray course of all opposite. He was possibly my prototypical solid friend, I mean, one I worn-out any part time next to. We'd drift the banks of the Mississippi River, and consequence up the bombs in the caves thereabout. We run and reconnoitre the tunnels beneath the streets of St. Paul, Minnesota, that went from the Capitol to the Historical Society, and to another such as places. And to the top of the elevation where the depository in use to be, and of range out to Como Park; we'd also run in and out of the elevators downtown, same clowns. I mull over he was more overconfidence than I but it was-nonetheless, unforgettable times, modern times that are price superficial to back; thus, it is sensible I do believe, to let ones kids scrutinize the wonders of youth, it is just say for a loud noise of an eye, than lost to oblivion, unless you can capture it, in a nursery rhyme.

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