Printed Photos just don't last
A whole stack of photos to dispose of --
memories on glossy or matte paper
depending on which I felt
would have preserved it longer;
there's no doubt these scenes are fading.
Thank God for scanners to save them
before they all fade away;
the gardens were greener
the skies were bluer, and
us, bright in our loud slogan T's
and you can still see it in our eyes
-- we had an idea
where we wanted to go before
the statues and people have become shadows,
the buildings have turned white without detail;
trees have transformed into towering brushes
hinting stains of yellow,
every leaf is lime;
and of what scent these gardens that blossomed,
even the flowers of spring have turned funeral:
sepia, damp, musty, surrounded
by coffin wood fences;
only the cemetery pictures
remain unchanged -- fields
of white headstones,
names and dates etched in black.
I thought they were beautiful
but I was young, and
they are beautiful
but they look different
to me now.
Streets of night markets have dimmed.
Sunday markets suffer as their fruits
on display go pale;
a woman was staring at an apple in her hand,
red or green,
she couldn't decide.
It's kinda scary what happens to old pictures -- the way they fade and how horrible the colors become with age. I have been scanning old photos today in attempt to save them. I guess I should've done it sooner.
Thank goodness, these days we use digital cameras. The pictures won't fade. And they can be uploaded to the internet with great ease where they can be out in e-space for all eternity.