Moments away from release, that space between
was and will be that is, the snow drop hangs
in the air, white in contemplation
A photograph of a summer woman
gathered in leather riding away
the shadow cropped out
As the words unfold, the meaning
is interrupted by a cloud of gnats
that rise up for attention
Time in time, frozen in bits
lips parted before the pose
ignore the hand reaching out
My eyes are closed in this one captured
just after the last storm passed
just before I broke into a smile
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