photography

that
morning the
pond was a
glass sheet in the middle of a
Hopper painting

like it
never was
before and might
never be
again

deep

impossibly saturated

green and
reflective amidst
antique
dead foliage and a
dimly lit
sky

stark and
beautiful

it must be
hand-colored
photography

I thought

and there it was
not on
paper but
real

so now I think of
Him as a very
careful
delicate
photographer