Confession through a Viewfinder

Photography’s essential domain
is the capture of beauty.
That of poetry
the articulation of loss.

Thusly, having found you
(and beautiful)
I set down these words
preemptively
like the ceremonial breaking
of a glass at a wedding
symbolizing imperfection.

And, moreover, pay tribute
to my hasty deletion
of the mis-timed snapshot
of your hapless
headless torso
on your new digital Pentax

trashed
in the vain attempt
to preserve our fleeting
innocence.

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tst Dec. 26-03