a year of pictures
black, white
some in color
washed with anger
fear
'nointed in sunburst
some but not many
her smile dazzles each time
fleeting, here in my hand
something tells me life
is more than still frames
and the gross errors of our way
it is a beating heart
a train up a mighty hill
a snowdrift in june
the melodrama of new life
until the shutter closes one last time
and the flash dims
the faint smell of filament
leaves the room
and all is just as it was
when we began
opaque
short hills, nj
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