Three Friends and a Camera

Poems About Faces
Poems by Jillian Stevens
Photographs by Paul Stetzer

Donning similar lenses,<br />
they, tethered, <br />
encounter greenery together. <br />
<br />
Destiny,<br />
is clad in watercolor and plaid;<br />
Paints <br />
with feeling/ <br />
<br />
what forever is like.<br />
<br />
He looks into her world and sees his own.<br />
<br />
Love’s religion, /<br />
<br />
accompanying two hearts on a Tuesday stroll, <br />
declares <br />
its presence in steady, Philharmonic-tones.

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Donning similar lenses,
they, tethered,
encounter greenery together.

Destiny,
is clad in watercolor and plaid;
Paints
with feeling/

what forever is like.

He looks into her world and sees his own.

Love’s religion, /

accompanying two hearts on a Tuesday stroll,
declares
its presence in steady, Philharmonic-tones.

$Mehr,<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> When the fresh yolk rises<br /> In the east,<br /> <br /> \<br /> This is where I know you’ll be.<br /> <br /> <br /> When the winged messengers <br /> begin to stir<br /> in the morning blur,<br /> <br /> \<br /> This is where I know you’ll be. <br /> <br /> <br /> When the rays rise/<br /> to christen treetops,<br /> and the steeple <br /> has radiantly appeared,<br /> <br /> Still,<br /> I know;<br /> <br /> This is where you’ll be;<br /> <br /> <br /> Counting sets of 8,<br /> beholding the twinkle of tonight’s <br /> sky-dust.<br /> <br /> Tomorrow, Mehr.<br /> <br /> Tomorrow <br /> <br /> is yet<br /> <br /> A fresh dawn to sweetly greet.$

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