Within the curling print's white
border his hands say “ta-dah!”
as if producing the little teapot
from thin air--this would-be magician
in his plaid shirt and horn rimmed
glasses
under a hanging light in a humble
kitchen
his thick hair rising like a dark wave
over his beach of a forehead above
sliver-moon brows
he's here in this ordinary
moment, a man and his tea as
his eyes meet the camera's one,
this time-stopping Cyclops whose
metal-and-glass gaze makes
anyone fall under its split-second
spell--and I guess, then, that it is
magic after all.
1 comment:
As a photographer, I especially like this one with your thoughts and descriptions. As your former teacher, I am proud of the way you are able to express your thoughts in your blog.
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