Ansel
I remember when you
Got Ansel Adams' book of photographs
The cover had a picture
Taken of a village taken by moonlight
My favourite
I was so privileged
That I was the only one
You'd let touch that book
Sitting on your single mattress
On the floor, you smoking pot
I was careful
Not to brake the spine
Because I knew what it was like
To be broken
My spirit crushed
And you paying attention
To me, you knew
I'd be careful
With Ansel's book
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