a woman came to take my picture she told me the time of day in a letter I wanted to be dressed fit to kill and ready when she took it I wanted to be lying on the edge of a pond smoking a long pipe and an unsaddled horse would be grazing beside me I wanted a gaze no one could forget without a word of warning I heard the whirring come to an end bumble bees sucking a rose this woman should have told me these pictures wouldn't be still I'd of ridden the white horse© Ginny Stanford