At loose ends I wandered with my new camera in downtown gastonia. I saw the woman and asked her to let me shoot her picture. Seeing that she had a little camera of her own, I added, "You can take my picture."
She did not say anything just smiled as if she had done this many times and went into a pose.
She spoke, "You like me?"
I said, "Sure."
She said, "The preacher he say you will be here."
"Is there a meeting?"
"Yes."
"Where are the people?"
"You see those three men, one he riding a bicycle and the other two just walking."
I had seen them from a distance, "Yes."
"They - and me - we are them,"
"Is the preacher here?"
"No he never come here. But he tell me if I see you to ask if you got a what you call it - poem for him."
I thought about the thing I had written when I first got up. This was all I could remember,
self pity is unseemly
but one gets sick of putting on a front
how one got here is immaterial
many must
She walked off. Here are the other pictures.
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