Spring time finds you
like a hobbyist archaeologist
at your mom’s place in a storage room
VHS/DVD
JVC CRT TV
Couldn’t tell you what any of those initialisms mean
Watching children’s films
warped from loving replay after replay
You find that if to be kind is to rewind
your kindergarten past-self
wasn’t all that kind
Besides the basic black
citrus colors coat the tapes
Orange, yellow, green
Oh! how Wallace
and Gromit once defined me
The old cassette perching
on the lips of an older television screen
A snowy blur of black and white
the only light to be seen
Strange how it comforts me