Cranes

Diana

Most times, of course, she was

outside looking in as that

blank room slid by on her

morning commute, but

 

at night sometimes she was

inside looking out at that

blank face passing, both

craning their necks,

 

each trying to fathom the

other’s story.

 

(Image courtesy of the wonderful Diana Matisz)

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  • Diana Lee (@Diana605)  On January 21, 2018 at 11:50 pm

    Concise and lovely. Thank you for your perspective on my photograph. It’s always a delight to hear what other see in them.

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