the picture
I don't know herI only saw her in a picture
and then, only the back of her head and shoulders
she was facing a horse
whose eyes seem to reflect the kindness of hers
her hands on the neck of the horse
soft and purposeful
her hair, soft and pretty
her fingers long and elegant
the picture stays captured within me
like a sunrise in the mountains
on a clear Autumn morning
or the sun going down at sea
slowly sinking
you want it to stay at that perfect spot on the horizon
you want to hold it up
keep it from falling
hold that one moment for forever
I’ve never been taken so much
by a picture of the back of someone
I’ve never before carried in my mind
a face that I’ve never seen
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