So there I am
captured forever in a photograph,
eyes too cold
for a child's face
Poised,
in that instant,
between escape,
and surrender.
Lucky to be alive?
Can you see it?
Do you see what I see?
Or do you walk by,
the child, silent,
as children should be.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
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