F-stop

in poetry •  8 years ago 

In between the soft clicks
yellowing fade of a nearby voice
where trees once stood
and made prayer of consolation
a protest you never witnessed

I kneel in front of that particular, decelerated moment
and become photoengraved by the flash

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