Tintype
First phoebe of spring. He flutters in front of me, drawn by a slow fly.
In my email, a copy of a tintype portrait I sat for last August—
that still moment five seconds long, that black box.
Dave Bonta
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First phoebe of spring. He flutters in front of me, drawn by a slow fly.
In my email, a copy of a tintype portrait I sat for last August—
that still moment five seconds long, that black box.