because light is the syntax of a photograph
and a photograph is no more/no less than a sketch of dreams
and dreams are the language that we never had to learn
and language is the tongue’s way of dancing with the mind
and dancing is a daisy chain of fancy footwork
and your feet are soft lambs that bring you toward me
and bring is a word that has ring in it like a bell
and bells are the herald of our entry into this world
and our entry is also our exit from elsewhere
and your exit is bathed in a halo of light
--Lisa Rosinsky
--Lisa Rosinsky
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