The first photo is a colorless <br />over-exposed grimacing boy in a cap <br />standing before a white clapboard house <br />urged to smile, anxious for play, <br />not yet aware of acoustics. <br /> <br />In the second photo, <br />as if in formal fencing posture <br />head aloof, solemn as a magistrate, <br />a line for a mouth, <br />holding a contraption with metal strings, <br />comfortable with performance. <br /> <br />The third photo is an arc of ascent and decline, <br />tinted in unpopular colors, <br />an immersion into the disjointed, <br />the notes piled like unread magazines <br />or sparse as tropical plazas. <br />A blind joe death reliance on a guide dog <br />that leads him half-way <br />across the highway.<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgetting-about-john-fahey/
