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latent image

wading in a photo,
trying to remember
your depth beyond the
light of that day,
when the azalea gave
you color, and the
reflection of years
stayed in eyes and
a slight smile,
a slight smile
growing to an
awkward laugh
as you wait for
me to finish
filming you, so
you can return to
that day/that way
of life you
somehow came to know
by necessity, not
desire, but
we often leave
desire when reality
comes calling.

slanted in the center,
you

for the birds
life is innocent

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