Poems About Life With Images

Through your lens the sequoia 
swallowed me like a dryad. 
The camera flashed & forgot.
I on the other hand must 
practice my absent mindedness 
memory being awkward as a touch   
that goes unloved. Lately your 
eyes have shut down to a shade 
more durable than skin’s. 
I know you love distance how 
it smooths. You choose an aerial 
view the city angled to abstraction
while I go for the close exposures: 
poorly-mounted countenances along 
Broadway the pigweed cracking 
each hardscrabble backlot. It’s a 
matter of perspective: 
yours is to love me from a block 
away & mine is to praise the grain
iness that weaves expressively

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