audrey

Domenico Capilongo

like a slow moving spring breeze. she entered rooms. the trickle of a smile as she glided across the floor. like a slow moving spring breeze. as a child in nazi-occupied holland she learned to hold her breath while passing german soldiers. learned to look innocent as though already

in front of the camera.

the light in her eyes endured the murder of relatives. the pain of poverty. she survived by eating tulip bulbs.

she learned to walk.

between the rays of the sun as she carried secret messages for the resistance in her ballet shoes.

up spanish steps in rome at tiffany’s for breakfast with her funny face in paris

she never forgets.