All week long,
I've left words
alone,
alone,
and they seem fine
out there
on their own
Exchanging my pen
for a Nikon lens
and the sawing at clarity
for the sensory swing
of encountering a thing,
before shooting it
still
I like the beautiful things
more than I like the true things,
but I like the beautiful, true things
most of all
And that is a photograph's
exquisite appeal,
exquisite appeal,
being all right
there,
there,
magnified and married
at the speed
of light
at the speed
of light
While words have to
struggle--
always this struggle--
and always upwind,
us and them jawing
to get our gears
to bite
to get our gears
to bite
Starting,
then stopping
before finding--
blue
2 comments:
I've been messing with words this week myself. I think they may want me to leave them alone.
Charles, they're temperamental creatures, for sure.
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