The camera

The camera is right to love you.
It’s not what you think:
how you hold your head,
where you smile,
how it’s directed,
the laugh half held.

It’s the jazz you are,
an improvisation -
a solo played against expectation:
always just out of reach
and out of your hands;
the solo only you know how to play.

The camera is right to love you.
And so was I.

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