you bounced back rapidly
with the negatives strewn beyond mountains
and oceans endearing to come back.
the lift is swift
with the conflagrations of roses
dreamt, sweeping, scalded.
the photograph resembled a planet
no. a lake perhaps
the sniffing sea and the mindful deer panicked.
the same goes with the boy who held his ice cream
they melt rapidly
as rapid as the amber that filled the sky.
roughly the same stone
or the same pixel
you lifted your lens and smiled.
“Its’ not yet done” you said
it should’ve held fast with the click
it should’ve held harder with the glasses.
“pictures are miracles in the making
you freeze time with your hands
you harden your soul for the taking”.
the difference left the observation
the vastness overwhelms the senses
one shot – and its gone.
the same epiphany
the gorge and the pebbles
the camera and you.
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