Don't get difficult
the sun is yellow
for Christs sake! ! !
and the moon looks white,
most nights,
so for that, I can't get
my inner mind around you,
when I dash along my home
streets, with nap sack,
and camera,
as if I'm awaiting that
moment when the lens will
make it's way into a new
unopened mesh of time...
that's what you want to
catch,
the unusual,
even though we hardly see it,
most days,
I have to bend the moment,
right back,
tell it, I love it!
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