a short history of the digital camera

remember the object of a country road,

a picture made is a picture



a rainbow, a rainbow

, alexanders dark band



patterns once made to repeat



a strand of my hair floating free

from your air vent



after a length, patience sours

& turns what else into



a theory of dozens we cant verify

held under the air



where wingless, we fly



maintaining stony & radio silence

has the flavour of doves



& a mark of poor eyesight



wherever it more likely noon

is more likely a drink



a luxury of narrative discard

© rob mclennan