The Projectionist's Daughter by Christian Ward

​The museum exhibit
in the corner of the library
is on a repeating loop,
each topic running like water:
Ben Jonson and Sejanus.
Homer. Hitler. Kids wander
from the morning sing-a-long,
eager to press its buttons.
Once I saw a man changing
its celluloid, desperate to change
the film being played:
A girl skipping, her candy-red
dress moving like a flip book.
And in the distance, a fox
and hooded crow slowly moving
closer.