Just Another Picture

Had the perception been just a habit…

Would all my images just been another picture?

Am I an open container in a small town?

Unpacking packages of sight…some worn…some run down.

There is no sentence that can free me from the scene.

A sense of urgency…concealed by cemented intimacy.

Almost as though, I had arrived at just the right time.

imageedit_9_8647321294My small town photographed in the mind.