A yard apart
A yard apart
Just
a moment together
For
the photo.
They
are a yard, perhaps two, apart,
But
complicit in the action
That
takes 1/125th of a second,
A click
of a shutter sharing place and time.
Her
fine eyes look at the lens
But
ignorant of her beauty
She
wonders why
She
is singled out for such attention.
Then
each returns,
Pulled
back by their obligations
To
their different daily lives,
A
world apart.
Do
not say,
‘She’ll
be OK,
Her
photo was taken,
She
will be helped,
She
will be fine.’
For
she wandered back into the bush or desert or scrub of the world.
He
packed up his camera,
With
the shot inside
That
would give him fame.
And
she was not seen again
By
the camera.
Perhaps
she was happy,
But
we do not know.
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