a photograph trips a memory
deep swells of longing overwhelm me
a cigarette is lit
coffee is sipped
the sun warms the backs of red-winged black birds as they fly across the water–
i hear the screech of a blue jay
and watch the sparrows flee the bench
the pup growls at a point in the distance
and i shield my tired eyes to get a better look
spanishwoods 
Fabulous image and mood.
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Thank you Jane. This is my son’s capture.
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The power of photographs, Sylvia, and Wolfgang’s is a beauty. Your words and his photo easily pulled me in to joining you. Thanks. –Curt
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Thank you Curt, he did a particularly nice job on this one. 🙂
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Haunting.
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