Behind the view finder
The one who imagines
The digital image projected on to the screen
Reflecting the perception
Of the beauty unseen
The body
The one nobody sees
When the wind blows her honey colored strands of hair
When grounded firmly with the coolness of the wet sand seeping between her toes
When stripped vulnerable and free
The sun warming her goose pimpled summer skin
When holding this jagged and raw landscape in mind
The wonder of the moment stops the frames of time
A mere pixel image of her heart's view
Somehow it's captured with the wink of an aperture
Sprinkled into depicting what seems to be true
While standing still, the view finds her
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