Photographer's Muse
The beautiful ones -in bandanas and green shirts
tucked hair behind ears in chestnut to hide
eye's blue as skies on a spring innuendo
back lit by southern suns yet on the rise
(~An artist could sketch you in pure understanding
just as expressions are blown to the wind
and you would compose in a brilliance as music
the symphony lines drawn as faces contain~)
The beautiful ones- in humor and valor
self induced photo on the verge of a smile
enters us in at the edge of the moment
and asks us to stay and compose for a while.
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