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Patrick Lane, from Syllable of Stone

Winter 2

In the album he holds in his thin hands
are the thousand photographs he has made of winter.
Each one is perfectly exposed, each one a pure
white with sometimes only the barest of shadows;
a fleeting, ephemeral grey that betrays
the image of who or what it was he took.
It pleases him to go through it slowly and remember.