February 16, 2024

half frame

To a shutter every    movement is one
frame after a frame   after a frame as
long as light lasts    a mystery resting
between the captured  moment to moment
changes and the true    events every frame
is a movement too   soon or too late
for the world which   can only so long and
in so many lights     make a smiling
face which rarely    stands still to be taken


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