I was there, unseen, behind the camera, and
Everyone looked at me, the women with ideas
churning in their minds, schemes that only women know
how to knit
and he, the tall one in the orange T-shirt, calmly
awaiting his meal, blissfully unaware, as I was that day
the shadows were invisible.
and here, the men, simply scanning the offerings,
the prices, negotiating for their clients, their
needs - to eat.
they are working, or pretending to.
I am not in the photo, I am unseen, I watch
The air is clear, the wind slight.
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