Celebrating National Poetry Month: Poem #4

raymond pert and Dad

Camera
It's an old box camera,
a Brownie, the color and shape
of the battery out of a car,
but smaller,lighter.
All the good times-
the clumsy picnics on the grass,
the new Dodge,
the Easter Sundays-
each with its own clear instant
in the fluid of time,
all these have leaked away,
leaving the shell,
this little battery without a spark.

-Ted Kooser

Easter with the siblings