I see a photograph of
a bright dancer
in mid step.
Nice to note the
rare beauty of human form.
Then I catch the glare
off the glasses of a girl
looking on and notice
the audience and their
average faces.
The photograph
becomes sadness.
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if you are reading this, you have made a mistake, this is a forgotten place. these are the old words. turn back. find the new words. these are only the ruins.
Hey, I noticed on your profile you wrote "if you are reading this chances are you already know me."
ReplyDeleteNope, don't know you, but I found your site from our mutual dear friend, Jeff. I grew up with Jeff on the pothole-laden backstreets of upstate NY. I appreciate your expressions.
Cheers from a fellow writer!