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Still Life…
wandering alone
on the far edge of sunset
in the town adjacent to the town
that gave O. Winston Link his start
as a serious photographer of the railroad
I find myself seeking foreign autos
and finding a surprising number
for a town of this town’s ilk
like a magical practice
summoning the spirit
of my childhood
I find myself
in revery
at the find
curious about
marque and model
but satisfied with my luck
and cognizant of the fading light
I turn back toward my own vehicle
and wonder what sort of photographs
I might find in retracing my steps
withershins to the way I came
I have hardly turned to go
when I spy the first one
and then, around
the first corner
I find the next
encouraged
my step
lightens…