my shadow as graffiti
(a poem for re•sister)
my shadow as graffiti
on the wall of a parking lot
on toulouse between chartres and decatur
in the french quarter of new orleans
required some sort of documentation
i’m glad that this camera exists in my hand
and acts as an extension of both eye and memory
because it was a wish come true
to be woven into the mystery
even if it was for only a moment
and who would believe it
without some sort of valid proof
without some sort of photographic evidence
- vagabond
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