The Camera man loved his job creating
A visual narrative with models
And sets. The woman was aloof waiting
For her photograph. Nothing is in the
Moment like standing in front of a pot
On the boil wearing headphones watching
Criminal Minds on your cellphone bitching
At the man who took out the trash because
You were going to do it. The critique received in slashes
Of black as you would expect. Or maybe
You wouldn’t unless you lived in this house.
This family promise is a book written
Among the slender trunks of pine. To find
A wanting hour to settle your mind.