You
would
probably
delete
it –
you’re so
fussy
about
your
photos –
angle,
expression
shadow and
light always
perfect –
contrived
– controlled.
But it’s
mine. Unaffected
your eyes
alive with
the moment –
a fixed
point
frozen
before
winter’s descent –
shining at
smiling at
warming
loving
me –
present
undefiled
future
still unreal –
the last
good bad time.
