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Art Girl
remember that piece of grass
its long arms holding
a piece of summer in the city
you and i used to go there
sometimes
to dream
of the way it used to be
in the black and white photos
telling stories
made by you probably to disguise
something you were looking for
there was a shot in an old book
you found of an art girl
hand by her side with a cigarette
casually dropping ash on the floor
her eyes alluring frailty
the background a creative swirl of light
somehow it occurred
to me that it was more
than just a photograph
in an old book
it was how we were
what made us seek a place
to escape reality;
maybe we were just escaping shadows
of what was once real
Copyright © Matt Harcombe
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