Out of his alley apartment,
Off his bike,
The Border Patrol elsewhere,
He walks with the woman,
And they look for picture backgrounds,
Yards, trees, streets.
She, in rubber bath shoes and short skirt,
Rarely comes to the alley apartment.
He snaps, she smiles, stands.
He checks the picture, snaps anew,
And she smiles, again, and she stands ….
She stubs her toe on a thorn
While positioning for the next picture.
He handles the camera,
Just as deftly as the brooms and mops
That he’s attached to when off
His bike in hidden offices ….
Before Leaving
A glance at her,
She by the bathroom mirror,
Hair brushed, she moves
The red lipstick tube
Along her thin brown lips ….
She turns, gets her purse,
Drops the closed lipstick inside,
And also the brush ….
A look at the mirror,
A straightening of her blouse
And moves to the door ….
