January 7, 2012
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Spent a lovely day with some outrageously talented women scoping out a venue for a sort of performance and visual art open house. I snapped a few photographs, a few turned out rather cool. Here is a poem about a photo I took of my friend Lori.
A Photograph in January
There was enough light reaching through
like fingers, touching your face,
embracing the tendrils of scarlet hair
with the grace and familiarity of a lover.
A plume of lavender smoke
dancing in front of one eye
scented the air
with a clove perfume.
The wind tipped the black hat
just so.
