Three Friends and a Camera

Poems About Faces
Poems by Jillian Stevens
Photographs by Paul Stetzer

Two sets<br />
of glimmering specks<br />
communicate/ <br />
exquisite depth,<br />
<br />
speak of truth and events met.<br />
How is it that we do connect?<br />
<br />
Stars collided and <br />
collaborated to have paths intersect. <br />
<br />
We walk along this bridge together, now;<br />
<br />
Similar names for similar sisters— <br />
a flower, standing by<br />
A-double-consonant.

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Two sets
of glimmering specks
communicate/
exquisite depth,

speak of truth and events met.
How is it that we do connect?

Stars collided and
collaborated to have paths intersect.

We walk along this bridge together, now;

Similar names for similar sisters—
a flower, standing by
A-double-consonant.

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

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