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Feb 2016
I found the picture I was looking for,
Her hair long and back turned away,
The shadows eating at the light that touches her clothes,
Long I searched with this image burned to thought,
A city at dusk calmed by the weekday hours,
Pleasant, the walk was most in silence,
The flutter of the shutter rang alone,
My eyes saw all and the camera claimed few,
Till my lens found you,
Waiting, feet chatting with the ground,
A beautifully etched picture out of a poem itself,
Caught off guard a single photo taken,
Held hostage only by memory until now,
Gone in an instant as soon as you were there,
In the end you will always be my
Picture Girl
Kyle madill Baker
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