First voice, sun climb, funny.. we just saw it
close I feel. She listens to each song, tells
me she likes. She could be lying, I wouldn’t
care. Roll through hours with more revolution–
Rebuilt. Notes reread.. maybe another
book. Not a character, a key.. 4ME.
Keep checking for new lines, can’t decide if
I’m hooked or set. Same? See what she thinks, what
she knows. She started this all. Different, hill to floor.
Her shoulders, made same as legs, with other
shades, strokes. I just stare, wish I could shoot, but
she deserves appreciation. Not the
trivial. She’s above cameras, lenses,
any end frame. Nothing wrong with dazing, as I see.