Boy stands easily on the smooth flat rock

Pond shines around like his first set of teeth

and the mountains of sky

and the razors of conifers surround

Sunbeams press his skin and drown

the phantoms of a sleepless night in winter

For a moment he thinks, I am whole

He looks from a thin rutted trail looping their campfire

to the girl. He smiles for the thin black glass

she holds she cradles in slender fingers

She snaps the shutter flies across the light

He shifts his stance, I am your baby you married me

Come step over the moss in fumbling hands

and faces rounder smoother wetter

pressing sunbeams from the corners

Now the plastic rectangle pressed in plastic

strangles memories of him and her

And half the photos discarded

and half and half again the scenery

then hands and feet

at the hands of unknown strangers

Boy opens again the large slick binder

A long time ago and far away

she holds the camera