Out of the Lens
A pure white dove
fans its tail feathers.
A scurrying chipmunk
misses the show.
My eye took it all in
while the world blinked.
Back home
the picture I took
just before the tail display,
will always be mildly
disappointing,
yet that next image
(the one not caught),
will long remain,
the one
I most clearly see.
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