let us bind these last
forty-nine days into a
volume entitled denial –
there is something so
reassuringly systematic
about counting the days
after your departure –
like pulling down an
old photo album from
the most abandoned
shelf, dusting
off the cover, and
flipping through the
pages, one by one,
eyes still
too wounded to see
.
20100407:1423
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yi-ching lin photography 
let us bind these last
forty-nine days into a
volume entitled denial –
there is something so
reassuringly systematic
about counting the days
after your departure –
like pulling down an
old photo album from
the most abandoned
shelf, dusting
off the cover, and
flipping through the
pages, one by one,
eyes still
too wounded to see
.
20100407:1423
y
[…] abandoned shelf, dusting off the cover, and flipping through the pages, one by one, eyes still too wounded to see . 20100407:1423 y Possibly related posts: (automatically generated)Quickie refashion = new […]
I’m drawn in by the darks in this….both poem and photo. Both darks have a lot of warmth to them. I like that.
yes, i don’t know how the moon got to be surrounded by so much dustiness…(smile). it turned out really neat.
it almost like a head and face emerging from the darkness.
cool result
thank you!
Or one of those dual –triple—planet moments.
oo, cool! (smile)