The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Ann Cale

PHOTOGRAPHER

It's hard to say just where you took this photograph.
It could have been last winter on your farm in Massachusetts
or maybe farther north.
A man in the foreground carries a sheep.
Snow crumbles around him like bread.
He heads for a barn
or maybe just a light.
Behind him a dog, or a wolf, follows,
whether stalking or shepherding
or just holding on
I don't know.
And you, you would have been walking backwards in front of them,
falling away as they came on,
worried about your settings in the changing light.



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