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poem from New England Primer
by Bruce Guernsey


THE PHOTOGRAPHER OF FUNERALS


Bored with brides,
their constant blinking

at every bulb,
the blue-eyed grooms,

endless birthdays,
balloons,

he waits
with his tripod

at the gate,
asks no one to smile.

Instead,
fills albums

with cloudy days,
bowed heads,

a prayer heard again
like the wind

captured
with his eye for leaves,

just two or three
blowing around

for effect,
just two or three

to get it right,
to remember by.
image by Victoria Woollen-Danner





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