A poem is a photo a photo is a poem
crafted by the poet focused on a theme,
spying an image a
point splotched out
light not quite right to others in the light
discard image crafted
with design
wilted memories black
words on white
like clouds framing that couldn’t
be
autumn’s splendor staying again
or icicle’s fragility in frozen moment
melting into the tulips it draws out
the beginning spring every breath you wanted
subjects chosen neatly and you never needed
highlighted against colors like glint of gold
adding or detracting cast in doughty details
from youth or age or of a youth
crop out crow’s feet you all but cast out,
of mother not ready the touching of a hand
to be grandmother-- never grown old
emphasize magnanimity never meant to be seen
father’s softened eyes now shining
grizzling beard with
gracious light
in sunset fading dawning
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