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I have one picture of you still,
out of all the ones I took of you.

Just one,
taken down by the water
at Little Bear Creek
and you are out of focus,
turning away,
half-obscured by your hair
and smiling.

I have lost all the others
and kept this one
because
it is how I remember you:

a blur
and the shape
of your lips.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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