Tuesday, July 20, 2010

read a good poem: yours & mine

fifth avenue, nyc. photo © anita aguilar


Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me
like a dryad. The camera flashed & forgot.
I, on the other hand, must practice my absent-
mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch
that goes unloved. Lately your eyes have shut
down to a shade more durable than skin’s. I know you
love distance, how it smooths. You choose an aerial view,
the city angled to abstraction, while I go for the close
exposures: poorly-mounted countenances along Broadway,
the pigweed cracking each hardscrabble backlot.
It’s a matter of perspective: yours is to love me
from a block away & mine is to praise the grain-
iness that weaves expressively: your face.

--alice fulton via poetry foundation.org

2 comments:

Cristina said...

Nice photo - warm light !

ata08 said...

thank you!!!!