Computer Monitor Ekphrasis

Lean close enough to spot
the pixeled imperfections, hitches
for which there is no fix.

The scene we snapped, a trick
of bits and molecules
switched and stitched anew.

Click from shot to shot
from every stop along our lives
or pause and zoom on one.

Either way, in time,
the edges fray, the needlework
shows through.

That art’s, like love, collaged
is hardly news. That what we say
and what we do are distances
apart, a simple fact.

The variations multiply,
but the archetypes stay few.
Lips, hands, hearts and eyes.
Red and green and blue.








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