The Photographer - The Guild League

Black sunglasses

Singlet skirt

Your wet hair close

Against your head

You smile, I squint

In a blue t-shirt

My swimming shorts are white and red

I’m smiling too

Right hand on hip

Left arm around your slender waist

The sky is blue white

Sunlight sets beyond the camera we’ve faced

Behind us is a well-worn path

Stone fences, stunted conifer

Before us is

An unknown sea

The sun

The sun

And the photographer