66 Click! And I have her.

66                       

Click!  And I have her.  On the stoop one

old world woman with her black dress.

ankles swollen in the morning sun,

that wrinkled face beyond weariness.

 

Can she, like a film strip, still whir

back – the black-eyed men dancing her,

laughing?  Such nimble feet, she thinks.

Time, that enormous camera, winks.