Ansel Adams
Like your hissing reflection
swerving the turf;
you too search for nourishment.
All to supply a boney elm
or a supple palm,
an earnest stump at least.
But unfathomed heavens
linger on earthly shades,
the forgotten shades
of the trampled lonely.
Illuminated, however briefly,
you've made it big now.
With the help of light and luck
you're a specimen, a legend.
Appreciated once by the sustained
but in a heroic flash
now millions more.
-Dann
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