Polaroid

If you blinked; you blinked.
If you scowled; you scowled.

There was no dramatic sepia,
or black and white
to make the skies blue when they were grey,
or contrariwise.

Once you heard that

C L I C K

The moment was captured.

What was done was done,

and it would bleed
into a paroxysm of hues,
a photograph
frozen within its four frames.

Sui generis,
nothing else like it.

Irreplaceable.