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The blues, purples, yellow, gold
baked into the chrome pipes
of the classic Harley
draw me to you, my camera, to capture
the beauty of the shape,
the colors of your metal
In the captured image I see a distorted,
skewed image of me, frozen
a reflection in the chrome

December 7, 2007

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