It’s a Zanzibar Hyperbole!
she exclaimed
through a mouthful of guacamole and chips.
I didn’t understand, nor did I ask.
She pointed toward the restroom,
where Marilyn smiled with impossible confidence,
eternally turning,
as if beauty could pause the world mid-sentence.
The mirror caught her twice—
realer in reflection than in art,
with soap and hygiene notices
framing glamour like a government-issued dream.
Heated by the
radiance of her face
brimming with mischief and enchantment,
I could not love her more.

Rockland, Maine
Dave – amazing. You are on a real roll.
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Thanks Randy. Since leaving Palm Wine Radio I feel a resurgence of creative energy. I think hat perhaps that’s what you feel working on your portrait project.
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What a sweet poem.
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Thank you.
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You do find the cool shots!
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It helps having a camera with me all of the time!
Taking pictures is a great process for me to pay attention and get out of my own head.
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