in flimsy white
lint-free paper,
gently circling
I dust the lens…
with aperture
fixed wide,
steady hands
need no flash.
Focus on little things--
the dancing candle-flame
glowing in the dark,
the pink snow
of setting sun.
eight brave crocuses
full cupped
in mud and ice
blossoming
in the illusion
of spring.
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