I am camera

By Martinski

Ruth's rose

I sent you some songs
And you burnished me with swallows
Which flew inches from my nose
And then the penny dropped.

 I sent you a rose
By way of the sea;
It floated, and then disappeared
As  if you had  grabbed it,
My hands were empty
And suddenly, the sky was a vacuum,
And there were swallows no more.

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