White-Binder Poems  

The camera is an enemy when young
an ally when middle-aged; it remembers
who the poet despises and stores them
 in a variety of ways.

One could term it an auxiliary to the natural camera
a man possesses if he has a soul.

Society is one thing when young, another when middle-aged.
When young it is pure experience and drives through
the innocent eye its imperfections.
When middle-aged it is a series of conflicts one tries to avoid. 

The abstractions you fear when young you possess when middle-aged.

The only solution is to seek out beauty and truth

All else is a falling away into primitive habit or politics.