camera obscura

light came,
a pin sized ray,
and rooted ‘round
to strike a memory
decades old.

flickering at first,
hard to know
what it was:
a street, some tracks,
a block not mine.

colors came
dulled by dark.
I was fifteen
in July heading
toward the carnival.

though concealed
and unconsidered,
the future was
at the end of the
coins in my pocket.

this captured image,
a time preserved
in a morning
of  obscurity.

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