following me in my youth:
always when I looked my best,
mostly when I was walking away from home,
alone, searching for something
though I did not know what--
the narrator of the film
affirming to the various viewers
(all the people I admired)
what a good person I was,
only occasionally did I look
directly into the camera:
it is startling what we will do
to feel like someone
is paying attention
to what we are doing.
This sliver of sunlight will last
another minute, maybe two,
leaving the faces in the pines
plenty of time to establish order
before darkness determines
who must stay awake
to work the graveyard shift.
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