Three Friends and a Camera
Poems About Faces
Poems by Jillian Stevens
Photographs by Paul Stetzer
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Photographs by Paul Stetzer
The seam of a coat
becomes a metaphor;
straight and tidy,
implying artistry.
You dressed yourself up today,
you said—
took yourself out
in royal blue.
Washington Square greets you
and Stanislavski beckons you
to become
any person you’d care to be today;
all while tailoring,
tailoring
straight and tidy;
steady,
steady.
![This is not the first time we’ve met.<br />
<br />
In your gaze;<br />
another era’s brother.<br />
<br />
We have come here together,<br />
the rumors are true.<br />
<br />
As the Durham sunshine somewhere<br />
begins to dim,<br />
we have but just this day,<br />
[and]<br />
still have one another yet.](https://photos.smugmug.com/Three-Friends-and-a-Camera/i-dMWknxV/0/a68da8b7/Ti/3%20Friends%2010%201_DSF6522-Ti.jpg)
![Destined for companionship,<br />
bonding in the grass—<br />
effortless flow,<br />
Colorado,<br />
finishing....<br />
<br />
[sentences.]<br />
<br />
Free to play,<br />
and run.<br />
and take up<br />
<br />
space.<br />
<br />
Only this present moment,<br />
this sip of cold brew;<br />
This<br />
understanding glance.](https://photos.smugmug.com/Three-Friends-and-a-Camera/i-nPBx7G4/0/c07e4384/Ti/Gilian%20and%20Sofia%20%203%20Friends%204%202023%20%20_DSF3470-Ti.jpg)