The winter portrait

I look at pictures.
Flesh
made of grains, and skin
made of halides
purple
yellow
grey

cerulean blue halides

specks
by the million
particles

sketching out soft edges of
a shiftless thing with no eyes
like a rubbed out draft in

the light of day
shot on to night sheets
made of A million particles

grey
yellow
purple
blue

and vignettes
of long gone days

hey,

do you remember,
that day?

Yes I do.
it was winter,
it was cold,

Like yesterday.