Category: poetry
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Photo Point
I crouch below the eyeline of the crowd Half-watching  Water dance, half  in-camera. The drumming and the wash-rags beating loud I strive to  trap in electronic  amber. With flashes or by squatting frozen-still I  take away the movement of the night. This festival of  Nowness on the hill Distilled in  slices,  slides for  future sight.…