Curled

Oh you photographer. Printing, developing. Believing. Conversations about integrity. Spatial relation. A panoramic perspective. Fresh fruit.

White clothes and the breathing sport. I can see you in them. I can still hear that breath. The clicking of the tongue, bright like cards in the spokes of a bicycle. Remembering the glisten of raindrops on camel hair. One walk in that park. Your eyes staring. Watcher, watch her.

Ever growing ever changing. the sweeping evermore. A clock and memory of a dancer, sanding the floor, sanding my inner workings. The growth continuous. The stretching lion grows, and the tree branch extends. The spatial reality is up to you, your sweet curiosity taking photographs again, picking up and setting down cards.

Art credit: Girl Talk — David Hettinger (1946)