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        By Christine Dutton 
      lying in the grass 
        lens angled, 
        a secretive glance 
        at you 
        lazy and uninspired 
        but wary 
        of my flash pop 
        as I snap, snap 
        the shot 
        catching the second 
        of your body 
        slouched across 
        the bench 
        catching a sliver 
        of a smile 
        engaged 
        By the view 
        of the weeping 
        flaunting willow 
      embracing the 
        shape of your 
        presence 
      you imagine 
        you are alone 
        until I stride up 
        beside you 
        and exclaim 
        your beauty 
        with close-ups 
        and the shutter 
        sounding off 
        that you 
        have meaning 
        
      
      
      
      
      I have been previously published by 
        A Room of Her Own, through the University of Buffalo. I currently reside 
        in Northampton, MA. 
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