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Digital Sharp

Crystalline beaches on some Philippine island,
somewhere I’ve never been:
an ad—digital sharp—on my screen.

I remember faded Kodak color,
old photos from the tropics,
a distant childhood,

faded blue mountains and a blurry sea.
Grainy life seen in a kid’s Instamatic 110
makes me wonder

about the ad, the way Luzon might
look to modern or at least grown-up
eyes. I can almost hear the roaring

vintage fighter jets. Do tourists
who answered the ad look up at sky
printed in the ‘70s?


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