Little Girl with a Big Camera

She poached my shot
       out of the Pompidou
       towards Sacré Coeur
              framed by window slots
              white scaffolding
              slender roof sculptures

I spun away
pocketed my compact
avoided the line
       of her telephoto

Later, she smiled.
15 I'd say,
a gingerish plait wrapped around her forehead
loose top
blue jeans –

looking for angles

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You said one thing
seven times
in your Roget way
and slammed in
sideways cross-references
to give breadth –
there's a year of thought
between words 23 and 24
You are your work
HB without the B

Did we ever talk about blood?
Someone recently asked me about blood
perhaps I should ask you

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