the photo
is one of her standing
by a gravestone.
a white cross.
there is no smile
or frown
upon her face.
the sky behind her
is blue
without a cloud.
there is a tree to
her right.a scrub pine.
she is wearing
a red sweater.
it might be early
spring, the grass
is a thick cold green.
her hands are at
her side, her hair
cut short, but around
her ears finds
and blocks her
eyes. you can't see
her eyes. the story
lies there.
is one of her standing
by a gravestone.
a white cross.
there is no smile
or frown
upon her face.
the sky behind her
is blue
without a cloud.
there is a tree to
her right.a scrub pine.
she is wearing
a red sweater.
it might be early
spring, the grass
is a thick cold green.
her hands are at
her side, her hair
cut short, but around
her ears finds
and blocks her
eyes. you can't see
her eyes. the story
lies there.
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