photographic memory

the point of a camera
is to seek & share
the beautiful

my camera is
an appendage of my self
but i left it
gently behind
for this time––

to let my heart
be swallowed by green-ness––

for my mind to be dissolved
in blue-ness

to hold every moment
close
& not let go

words sometimes create––
sometimes
describe––
& sometimes they walk by
barefoot
with open eyes