This Woman And A Flickering Candle

Clouds and puddles, soft things flowing under
light from the Sun or light from a street light,
flow above and around sidewalks and streets,
hard things crumbling under light from the Sun
or light from a street light. Soft and hard things.

She read what I wrote. She said, “People flow—
like clouds or water—when they walk or drive.
People walk and drive on sidewalks and streets
and when they do they touch them, they become
contiguous with them, with the hard things.
People are soft and hard at the same time.
Two landscapes are like one portrait of me.”

I don’t like taking pictures of people
but every picture I take becomes
this woman and a flickering candle
illuminating her every move.

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Night Without Boundaries


Fluorescent Lights On A Book Of Shadows


Candles