I read a crime novel

with the usual plot -

guns crack, people die.

I finish it as the sun rises.

I walk outside,

dig a hole,

and bury it.

Then I find my Polaroid camera,

take a picture of the sunrise,

and place it on my piano

next to my teacher's picture.

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A special thank you to V. Night Zamora ~ Night Photography ~ for the photograph used for this poem.

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