
memories of ascending a shattered staircase
wanting and hoping and wondering
remembering how, in the clouds and through the fog, he first saw her face
would it ever be the same, after all the wandering?
(a poem about fog in the form of an elegy with a metaphorical angle for day four of Writing 201)
(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)
*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, analog ex pro 2, wet plate filter applied, mistily ambiguous*







