Negatives Plate glass negatives found in an attic Because some loved one died untidily. Her daughter-in-law almost threw them Into the dumpster with everything else, But something about the way that They were wrapped in old newspaper Made her hesitate, set them aside. They were found to be holding nostalgically Onto light that had shone before anyone Alive had been alive. The light itself held Onto fashions that had come and gone, Faces long since melted off their skulls, Dogs blurred because they wouldn’t sit still. But to this day no one knows who took them.
Wonderful poem!