For Judy Raffel
How I have traveled through
your intrepid and peripatetic lens,
seen biographies in your album of faces,
the astonishment of young eyes
and exhaustion in the tracing of others,
been exposed and double exposed
to your inner dimension
of a recomposed actual, your layered poem
of the overlooked and abandoned,
grace and gristle, the sublime in the squalor.
How you have given me new ways of seeing,
to perceive from odd angles,
silhouettes of feathers and beaks,
verticals, diagonals and horizontals
from railroad tracks to bridges,
stairways, shorelines and rooftops,
disparate buildings juxtaposed,
bones of the city, architecture of your mind.
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