no it was not
love marriage
nor a marriage
arranged
on the footpath
of life two strangers
in sleep god had
rearranged
both perhaps
drunks who
met at the
local tavern ..
now cosmically
dreaming
hoping life
will change
a camera robs
souls asleep
should not
sound strange
i shot their
picture
god gifted
me this poem
in exchange
dedicated to akbat simonese my guru of street photography
a momentous pause poetically interchanged
