Annie

Annie.

Anne E.

The transition was not as great as I expected.

The years have gone by too fast.

She gradually became an educated woman

and a married lady.

Whenever I close my eyes

I see her smile, her blond hair, her athletic figure.

I see her on a racing bike, head down flying past.

I see her peeking out of the photos she takes of others,

the remade people,

those who don’t know they are parts of everyman,

not whole people, but holy people in her camera’s eye.

She is undefined.

She is a woman’s woman.

Anne E.

Annie.

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