“Love is the mystery inside this walking. It runs ahead like a dog, out of the photograph.”
–Anne Carson, The Anthropology of Water
nearby yet far enough not
to be seen when close-
more of the frame than
the portrait – acknowledged
yet not considered
when confronted in
experience’s exchange
the studied museum piece
familiar in its wide acceptance
unknown in its presence
before an innocent eye
naïve to desire’s complicities
after the manner of verbs
fused infinitely to a noun
(September 11, 2014)
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