I want to have you,
I murmur
to the photograph in an airport
of a tree on a ridge,
its frail silver gelatin silhouette
leaning against a bright sky.
The shadow hovering
at the edge of the frame
must be me.
I want to have you,
I murmur
to the photograph in an airport
of a tree on a ridge,
its frail silver gelatin silhouette
leaning against a bright sky.
The shadow hovering
at the edge of the frame
must be me.