Replaced here like a restaurant knife
wrapped back in its starchy napkin,
I think of you saying,
"Once I was riding my bike late through Nova Scotia
and as the sun sank into the St. Lawrence,
I felt my fingers on my yellow disposable camera. But,
why record something so transcendent so cheaply?
I don't need this cheap vessel.
I can hold the memory long enough."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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