James Walton #92 My internet is intermittent

Half a picture loads

as though 1969 won’t let go.

The grainy of a July winter’s day

ball bearings roll a school corridor.

Smaller steps slipping,

that masquerade of orange

clinging to old photos.

Peel away the valleys

earth beats a seethe.

But you choose to live there,

is the technical advice.

Buzz Aldrin waves in fly by,

for a while

everything is clear.