Polaroid

I miss those old black and white polaroids from the Sixties
in which everyone stood around in their sleek new kitchens
with their buttoned down shirts and upswept coifs,
as the kids ran through the living room,

in which even the frightened grownups in my redneck family,
secluded from the revolution in a Podunk town in Texas,
seemed somehow more sophisticated, and engaged, and alive.