Three Friends and a Camera

Poems About Faces
Poems by Jillian Stevens
Photographs by Paul Stetzer

You must be thinking<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
A thought, ever smirk-worthy.<br />
<br />
What is it that causes <br />
Angels to dance across crisp-apple cheek bones?<br />
<br />
A flash,<br />
<br />
Falling upon tightly wound<br />
strands; raven in hue/<br />
<br />
Tiara-bun<br />
<br />
For a princess in queue.

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You must be thinking

A thought, ever smirk-worthy.

What is it that causes
Angels to dance across crisp-apple cheek bones?

A flash,

Falling upon tightly wound
strands; raven in hue/

Tiara-bun

For a princess in queue.

Conservatory Garden Friends 2021 DSF9329

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

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