Saturday, November 12, 2011

The Travelling Salesman's Problem a.k.a Sour Grapes

The ground for the walkways, I traded
some elaborately carpeted, others, naked
he a backpack, a goatee and a baseball cap
she a boycut, frisbee earrings and a map

I caught sight of them, ahead, about to board
A camera on her shoulder, a vaction on the road
through the large windows as they saw the red sunset
to take a picture they stopped, and our eyes met

I stopped as well, to take in the sight for a while
could use the time to rest, having walked a mile
fished out my phone and looked through its camera lens
beautiful in my head, why dwell in this posterity nonsense ?

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