#*From the dusts of day
a day singles itself out
as forever remembrance.*
On his calling
they met at the harbor town.
She had traveled all of twenty miles
from her seaward village
to pose with the city boy at a roadside studio
humidly dark from the blinding sun outside.
Time was captured eternally for the moment
the photographer drew them closer
freezing two awed eyes in frame.
They knew couldn't last
that unearthly day on the harbor town
made to stand closest
sparking a craving in their skin
and then passing into black and white postcard
of two sweating face
in absurdly ridiculous happiness.
The boy's copy was lost in the wind
but he loves to believe
the other is safe with her.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
#*From the dusts of day
a day singles itself out
as forever remembrance.*
On his calling
they met at the harbor town.
She had traveled all of twenty miles
from her seaward village
to pose with the city boy at a roadside studio
humidly dark from the blinding sun outside.
Time was captured eternally for the moment
the photographer drew them closer
freezing two awed eyes in frame.
They knew couldn't last
that unearthly day on the harbor town
made to stand closest
sparking a craving in their skin
and then passing into black and white postcard
of two sweating face
in absurdly ridiculous happiness.
The boy's copy was lost in the wind
but he loves to believe
the other is safe with her.
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