i love you, holland!
one moment, captured.
you are holland.
you’re twenty, standing there in your white skirt with the pockets,
head tilted towards my lens.
as if in slow motion,
i see you breathe in the august green
of a field we found by the side of the road,
and exhale contentment.
it would have been easy to miss and drive on.
but another moment and you won’t be twenty,
standing there in your white skirt with the pockets,
head tilted towards my lens.