p(rose) snap
the day begins
with a meeting
back to back with another
meeting. somehow in the mix
i have misplaced
my glasses
i am useless
without them--on top of my head, dangling
from my blouse, always in search of them
the lack of vision
is what i am feeling
most keenly. i want to go home
and get my ocular perspective appliance
and i do
go home
get my camera
go immediately
to snap the peak
of the cherry blossoms
which are lovely for two weeks
in ways one never thinks about
as possible in this town
i snap
as many pictures as i can fit into
memory as thin as a postcard
i see a particular tree, pocked and scarred after winter
two centuries along this river by the mills
and, unexpectedly, a delicate as any other pink flower
seemingly hung from hard red beads and a green garnish
our dog plays nearby among white petals stirred up by wind
Deborah Humphreys
Branch Brook Park
20 April 2005 12:30 pm
Deborah L. Humphreys SC
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