March 16, 2005
On the way to moire
Truant today
but for an visit
from Anna Isabella,
infant,
and her mother,
who never imagined
she would come to be
A chance to sniff
the sweetness
wafting from her
baby brain
And a funeral too
such sadness
for my friend
who will never
breathe
that scent again
a day of
life and death
within an hour
touching
both the edges
of existence
Photo note: It's not moire, but it's across the street from some almost-moire, as you can see, and it's interesting. Almost a metamorphophoto, giving one a sense of motion through time.
Thank you.
For the words.
For the beautiful photographs.
For the feelings and the courage.
For a thousand stories, from birth to death.
And beyond.
You are most welcome. And thank you for your gracious comment. It makes me want to keep doing this. D
Posted by: Dakota at March 16, 2005 08:22 PM