She's standing there. Her face is upside-down
And a couple rocks are scattered in the water.
It's black and white. Her feet are in the sand
That holds the memories of land. She's looking
Through the doors of my mind and down into
My heart in ways I can't explain. Her dress
Is loose and she hides behind another veil.
She's terse around the waist and she's balanced
Delicately on two legs. She's standing there.
The earth knows her toes, the ocean knows
The craggy cliffs, and the air knows her face.
I'm wondering what is lost when an image
Captures her, resolves her to a few colors,
And selects only a few things to frame.
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