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At my best friend's photo exhibit

I recognized his frame at once.
All in grey scale
like my rain spun memory
he was posed.
She had placed him
against the wall
just where he pressed
Me, I liked it.
I liked the angle;
his knees drawn up
face pushed down
against crossed arms.
Why are you sad, photo boy?
Is it because I ran away
in the foggy dawn, left you
sleeping on a mid-winters
I traced his outline
with guarded eyes,
pocketed the evidence
Later peeled away
her label:
Black and White
"The Lover"

13 Jun 06

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