Deep in mid-
-Winter
wakes from her dream
follows her crying shadow
from room to room
running before her
arriving at the picture frame
that holds them
perfect & still
in honeymoon embrace
(the sun shining
in Kodachrome)
love then
unable
to concieve of
love now
the bite of bitterness
the black & white of divorce
naked in moonlihgt
eyes shining
with tears
tears.
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