THE PROFILER

THE PROFILER

 

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

 

—Jonathan Caswell