poem #7

Kodachrome Days 
 
KODACHROME DAYS
 
In my applesauce was the face of God.
I fished out my Nikon
and a fresh film roll.
Wouldn’t you know,
I overexposed the shot.
“You made a green God white,”
my sister said. “Miraculous.
Easier for the masses to digest.”
But He was already pretty palatable,
I mean, my God, He tasted good.
 
 – Evelyn B. Hirschworth
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