I never realised that the extra pixels of high definition
could make such a big difference. Call me sentimental,
but I kind of liked the bleary picture of my shabby telly.
But one day, it finally died, and I had to buy a new one.
Only then did I start to notice details I was unaware of,
like that tear changing the meaning of what followed
the one time we recorded our bed at dusk.
hidden pilcrow 