March 7, 1839,
a tall man
wearing a hat
got a shoe
shine
on a Paris
street.
We know this because
Daguerre standing
at a distance
captured this,
his first human form,
on a
silvered copper plate.
The tall man getting a shoe shine
appears not
to have noticed
– taken unawares.
Perhaps the street
hummed,
sang, rattled
with people
scurrying,
ambling,
proceeding apace.
But that is at best
a
reasonable surmise,
a likely
conjecture,
a mere
supposition.
We do not know because
if they
were there,
they were
moving and so
invisible
to Daguerre’s camera.
Only the tall man
wearing a
hat
getting his
shoes shined
on a Paris
street
stood still long enough
to become
immortal.
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