Sunday, January 11, 2015

Princess of Light

We learn the river word.
All names grow wild.
The river follows the path.

‘Did you catch a fish?’
my daughter asks the men.
One of them shouts back, pleased,
‘No! It is nothing!’
The other doesn't turn around.

I take photographs into the sun,
return my daughter 
to the light.

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