THE MAN WITH THREE NOSES
had I not seen him
for myself in a small café
along one of the persistently fashionable
wrapped in velvet scarves
and a cool air of elegance
pass like the still but extended wings of silent birds
clothes gaze above their
steaming cups of coffee at a
distant thing—or nothing at all—their red lips parted.
POINT OF VIEW
sized army jacket
settles upon the scarred surface
of a bench in the park, then sinks slowly into sleep.
bends before the man,
tweaks the lens of his thirty-five
millimeter, steps in once more, is about to shoot
man are caught—
quickly—by the frame
of another man’s camera
for the “Living” section of the local newspaper.