The Past, Fading

There’s a black and white photograph
of me, taken with a toy camera,
in the driveway of my grandmother’s
house in Ontario. On my finger
is perched a baby bird. This was so
long ago the picture is almost
blank. This was so long ago that that boy
has forgotten how he fits into the world.

Corey Mesler

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