POEM

Minneapolis Skyways through a Wide Aperture

My camera's chin
Tilted upward from a downtown street,
Aperture wide
Shutter slow
Captures adults
Overexposed
Like stars of astro-photographers
In streams overhead.

Only the form of one small child
Reaches my camera's eye,
Red mittens dangling from her wrists,
to make a lasting impression on my film.

She looks down at me and smiles.
I smile, too, raise my hand to her
And tuck it back into the nest of my
Green jacket.

She waves back,
Turns to look ahead and then
disappears into the blur.

Selected for online publication with the Walker Art Center