one beautiful fair
one wheatish brown
two painted clowns
one a rising sun
one a setting sun down
one owns a smile
the other a fretting frown
a born guru
she already
wears my crown
talent
inborn
inherited
even time cannot
clamp down
the machinery
of her head
even fate
cannot shut down
humility is what
i gave to her
as unlearning
photography
she wont let
me down
more important
as a photographer
to be human
a poet
a shooter of pain
than
be a pompous pedantic
photographer renown
living in the hearts
souls of people
you shoot than
a No1 in boom town
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Two Painted Clowns
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