hold the camera
as the rose's petals
fall
one by
one
until.
backwards
film
the
run
Now
a minor miracle
of memory
in two dimensions
once three.
you.
I.
who
holds
the camera
now?
You always make me think, Michael. Great free verse construction on this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great idea in construct, Michael. And as I look backward at those who were in my camera's eye, I really understand this one. Raynette