The Photographer 1

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,074
edited August 2018 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Behind the fence at 6 am the drill
breaks a tormented building cleared of will
disclosed in shocks and groans from winter's chill
packed in branded trucks responsively filled.

She constructs her tripod with the building
behind her back and slowly collapsing.
Her eyes scan streets for images threading
orderly between traffic, and ringing
around green lights like the band of a ring.

Her subjects do not own the day. They bleed
the sounds of 4 am alarm clock bleeps.
They're weighted by dietary marquees
pinging text of lost weight for a found fee.

A picture forms an instant audience
grab caught with a diaphanous defense.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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