Photo provided by Rex Eisenbraun. Not sure who deserves the photo credit.
Vantage
Even from the distance of a black-and-white photo
I leaned out of frames to look for you.
Arm around steel girders, climbing grainy constructions,
I wonder if the wind will carry you -
like a WW2 postcard lost in the mail
and I capture you in my skirt ...
or perhaps like a tardy cargo ship tugging up a canal
I view you from my spyglass -
you will appear ... faded, monotone
but you with your scent
and that finger laid against your Cupid's bow.
For you, I risk that fall
and bring tucked inside that photo box.
For you, I would willingly gather dust and fade;
a memory that turns vintage warm when you will
chance upon it with shaking unsteady hands.
Perhaps then, with my leaning out of frames
and you peering through frames-
perhaps then we will find each other.
Ariel
April 1, 2015
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