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“The Photograph”

The first snowfall this year
having my picture taken by you
out on the prairie
the curving form the plough made
on the contour of fields
everything you need to create
a mythology
the distant farm
the bullet riddled sign that reads
Texaco Gasoline
the gradual whitening of fields
the whole world abandoning itself
for a new form
standing in front of your camera
after my life burned down
I stood on the tip of one finger
eating fire

Posted in O'Connell, Patrick, Poetry.

By chris
10/15/2005

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