Polaroid

One half of the sky

Is white

Background of a picture

Viewed in fading light

Analog camera landscape

A thousand streets away

A decade and more spent here

Much closer to the bay

Seems like everything's been washed over

With acetone

Such bitter imperfections

Corroding through

Skin and bone

Endless spiral, unstuck in time

We've been clinging to the edge, will we really last till tomorrow?

We go back and forth, we're scrambled in our minds

Not sure that we're really going home

Analog camera landscape

A thousand streets away

A decade and more spent here

Much closer to the bay