She is not in the picture,
but I can feel her there almost in the frame,
standing back from us, my camera in her hand,
small Mona Lisa smile on her lips, frown of concentration.
The four of us lined up dressed in our best
on a sunny fall day in front of a big tree.
And what would later shatter
has not happened yet.
The wind was calm and it did not rain,
unlikely we will ever go there again.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine