I search for a favourite
among my favourites:
files of photos of roses, red
roses, full-blown, each caught
in an instant of perfection. There
among them (mysteriously, rightly)
is Kellie, blurry but smiling – always
beautiful as a rose in my eyes –
closing her own, in a moment
of un-self-conscious delight.
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