He spotted a profile this morning,
Soft and luscious and young…
If he had a camera with him,
A picture or two he’d have sprung.
She walked away after a greeting
For his cam’ra he almost ran back…
He stood rooted there for a moment,
His self-control threatening to crack.
Then he went on with his business
As she had gone on with hers…
There were other days to watch that profile,
A consequence that he prefers.
The next time he saw her, exhaustion was key,
To a different point of view…
She came to inspect the apartment he’s in
And improvements to make—quite a few.
So to cheer up himself he pictured the cat
With its head resting on a brick…
Asleep in the windowsill folding its paws,
A cute little feline trick.
Took a photo of Wife and she of him,
Together they used up more film…
Not wasting it on young things that go away
But exploring his personal realm.