Jeff Harris
a photo
is all i have of you
this photo
with your handwriting
telling me that you
are at a museum
in a state
far
away
it sits above my desk
where i can see it as i write
a glossy moment
a reassuring rectangle
if i concentrate long enough on this 3 x 5
i can see myself there
by your side:
we are at
the modern art exhibit
admiring andy
warhol’s brillo
box
you are captivated
three reverent feet back
from the glass which holds
this postmodern profundity
arms folded still
eyes squinting thoughtfully
your head slightly tilted
to the right
two feet behind you
feet sore from standing
i feign keen interest of the display
and secretly steal glances
of you
