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In a photograph, the blues are mellow whorls
Caught in your lids and lashes
All the whites and grays that settle on you
Settle on me in this room
Where the light was orange and dim
And the wasted time it took
To catch you in mid-smile
Is the whole history of photography

And the ducks move across the water
In twos and threes
While picnics come and go in the dirt

The browns around your shoulders
Drizzle down your arms
Over your corduroy into
The path my eyeballs make across your body
Here in this room where the only body is mine
And the afternoon it took to frame and focus
Is the whole meaning of what you mean to me

And the ducks cruise across the moment
In perfect v’s
While hearts flex and throb under our shirts
And cameras click and paralyze
Whatever fraction of a second suits us

Don’t hold your history in
And leave me stranded here

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from All The Weeping Cameras, released February 13, 2002

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