Vapid Aphrodite
We walked through the gardens with spring all abloom
Our fingers meeting in between camera captures, lovely
and bright, the flowers, cranes and flamingos strutting
their best jeweled plumage in the afternoon warmth
We hold the camera at arms’ length, heads together
faces smiling with a light that is not all from above
A sheer mist from the fountain cools our faces, frenzies
of children splash and give chase in the delight
The clicking of another camera comes to our ears
from a fellow being directed by a tall and fair woman
She presents an orange-flowered tree for the camera
as a showcase showgirl presenting her latest wares
The sun illuminates her sun-bleached mop, her lips
too pink, painted as though she could be done up better,
Nature’s beauty undone, she holds her lover’s smile
too long, telling tales of perspiration and aching feet
The corners of her mouth fall with the camera lens,
gone until the photographer glances back up grinning
He leans in for her lips, but she presents a rouged cheek,
looking determinedly for her next ware to showcase.
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