As Kodachrome

I saw myself
as Kodachrome,

blissed in
youthful blue
over the
wooden cabinet

As around the dust

a little baby
smiling those
summertime leaves
catching light
at the edge of
trees –

In Valentine’s Park
delicate twined
mum’s fingers
soft clothes & ice cream

beside the
empty pram colours

as they grew
with the windows open.