Snaps under the Pines
Delicious spring day in the park:
puppy pulls me towards the old grove -
Monterey pines, trunks gnarled and dark -
over its brown carpet of needles,
to the concealed humans,
standing close to each other
by the largest of the pines,
puppy pushing between them.
They let out tiny squeals.
'Excuse us', I tell them,
'didn't see anyone was here.'
Pup and I head off along the tar-seal.
I've stolen a few glances,
made out both are women,
dark-haired, young and slim,
toying with a camera.
The one with her back to the tree
is large-eyed, lipsticked,
shoulders almost bared,
her top having been unbuttoned.
Her friend, less eye-catching,
has the use of the camera.
From a discreet distance now,
I look once more, voyeur:
the snapping has resumed.
If we hadn't blundered on them,
would there be more unbuttoning,
the camera steal more exposure?
Wednesday 13 September 2006
Max Richards
Doncaster, Melbourne
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