PLASTER PIECE
The sky-blue plaster piece
you chose because I touched it,
you will always keep.
You like to spend the days with me.
The Sunday I first took you
on plastic with red button lens
you turned out well.
The air was cold, but it was shining.
And the round crowned church
held you in its circle
and calmed you at my side.
You take photos in the light.
Wednesday, December 4, 2024
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