Your lens flared when
you photographed her,
the part-circles of rainbow
 
offsetting the angles
of her face in profile.
 
That’s how I remember her,
face to the sun, smiling,
eyes closed like she’s kissing the light
softened by those trees behind her.
 
Where were those woods? We drove
an hour through cornfields to get
to that spot: nowhere, Tennessee.
 
It was always good
to get out of the city.
 
You two did that every Sunday you had
off work, in your car with your camera
on your lap. I went with you, when I could.
 
This was all before
she got married.
 
Was I there then, the time this photo was taken?
She looks so peaceful that it makes me hope
 
I was there,
out of shot.