I lived for awhile in Grand Rapids, Michigan, attending graduate school and being regenerated and grown in-vitro like a culture into the family, religion and industry of literature.  I’ve recently stumbled across a photographer’s blog who shoots many subjects in and around that West Michigan area.  If you browse her photos over the past week or two it will provide you a feel for snapshotting summer…and here are some verbal renditions…

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Snap-shotting Summer

 

Ever the distortion of mind.  With emotion, contortion.

At times, a necessary snap.

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A young woman peddling her bicycle, unclothed for summer.  Body moving like taffy on its paddles.  Just as pliant, just as tight, and just as supple.  As salty, as mouth-watering, as sweet.

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Tumbles in the machinery like loose screws, clanking and rattling around.

A clicker, a habit, desire.

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Sun sears glares upon moments, lasering trains of thought.  Dis integration.  You stumble, you wobble, you very nearly fall.  Erasing inspiration with foul mood.  You adjust.

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Scars like the outside, on the surface of the brain.

Called memory, called dreaming, called thought.

Or so you imagine.

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Pool or sprinkler, sweat and breeze, you forgot.  Moment’s season’s change, and you were happy.  Somewhere in mountains, or North by the sea.  Without belongings.

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It emerges like a wire, a monster’s bite.

You’ll call it “me” or “I” and it’ll stand for something.  Continuity.

An inventor’s dream.

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Einstein defined insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

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“I” continues to sit and walk, lie and stand.  To eat.  To breathe.