I found a rumor of secret tunnels
You said, ” be ready; I am on my way.
We drove on a sunny afternoon
You called her from outside my bedroom window like the man she always imagined from the movie Say Anything
She stood on her porch in the cold dark morning in her bathrobe.
It was the willingness this time
not the resulting photograph
The moon set fast and left her with only one image.
We don’t always get the shot but we always have the experience.