the photographer

sometimes when you look
do you think it strange

the way the sky drapes
its body round a hill

a hill along a river and
the river counts the toes

on two lovers
canoodling legs

squid tentacles
pressed at the waist

lips and tongues like
fingers around a lens

oh to be young
and fruitful!

there is so much life
in being lifeless in water

don’t you think it strange
how involved they become

the whole world falls
around them

the photographer

when they leave
they walk

like there is something
in their shoes

reminds me of
the other couple

the one from
last week, remember

they were quite
the specimen