Three Friends and a Camera

Poems About Faces
Poems by Jillian Stevens
Photographs by Paul Stetzer

Acheson attests<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
that a tilt of a head implies<br />
<br />
<br />
Good-listenning.<br />
<br />
Left ear;<br />
Seashell to the wind.<br />
<br />
<br />
Branches gently wave<br />
off in green distance,<br />
<br />
as you sit stoic—<br />
<br />
patient.

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Acheson attests

that a tilt of a head implies

Good-listenning.

Left ear;
Seashell to the wind.

Branches gently wave
off in green distance,

as you sit stoic—

patient.

Conservatory Garden Friends 2021 DSF9319

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

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