for the sake of this photo
every moment is surrender
for I am eager and take too
many--yet each avid echo
remains and ruins
edits and evades
all capture while
I, a wakeful and
fading hunter
unbearably full of bravado
persist--if only I could focus
on edging meaning with light
I'd see how visions can return
in the breaks
from seeing--
stitching up
our aging nows
and aching forevers
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Pic: Yes, I did take way too many photos of the sunset yesterday.
5 comments:
Another gorgeous poem from you!!
Oooh beautiful poem, beautiful picture!
Nice.
Do you remember back when we had to think about how many pictures to take because there were only so many shots on a roll and how when you'd get an extra one it would feel like such bonus?
You have such a way with language, Maya. It expresses so very much!
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