Three Friends and a Camera

Poems About Faces
Poems by Jillian Stevens
Photographs by Paul Stetzer

escape<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
into a place where <br />
<br />
upside-down ice-cream cones <br />
<br />
never drip,<br />
<br />
or drop to pavement<br />
before hitting the lips.<br />
<br />
escape<br />
<br />
to a world, <br />
free from <br />
definitive ideals—<br />
the choice between<br />
<br />
This, or <br />
That.<br />
<br />
<br />
There is serenity/ <br />
<br />
<br />
In the escape…/<br />
<br />
A horse mane<br />
<br />
flies with the wind.

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escape

into a place where

upside-down ice-cream cones

never drip,

or drop to pavement
before hitting the lips.

escape

to a world,
free from
definitive ideals—
the choice between

This, or
That.

There is serenity/

In the escape…/

A horse mane

flies with the wind.

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