Wednesday, December 31, 2014

other patches of the sky

(Here's a 1994 era short story from PIE IN THE SKY #77):


She lay on her back, to point a camera at the sky. 
Through the lens, all the clouds in the blue paddled by. 
While she waited for the moment to arrive…
When a bird flew across the glass, she would capture it 
in a photograph. She would take it home inside the camera 
and in the red lights of the darkroom, she would release it 
to the world again. Swirled in the water and chemicals, 
the bird would reemerge slowly. Dripping, becoming real, 
then pinned to dry on a singing rope with other patches 
of the sky.

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