Halfway between autumn and her fall,
He pulled her in to snap a picture and ended up
Taking a video instead.
And if he hadn’t deleted it he would have witnessed
2 glorious seconds of blithe beauty.
A Chiclet-smile,
Eyes in heaven,
Rosy radiance flushed her cheeks.
The camera clicks but the film is still rolling and
Her eyes glaze over and
The smile evaporates like day-old milk and
She lowers her head and
Dusk creeps over her collarbones.
And it was the last time
She ever smiled for a camera.
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