Later than ever! Oh no! (wine).

Matter of Fact

A woman stands in front of a man, checks
behind her back for the view she'd like
and smiles a smile I can't see
from where I'm sitting. I'm in the picture,

captured staring on the steps of a monument.
I'm wearing red, I'm the only one there,
shining out from the background of grey.
They take the camera home, listen

to Mozart while they upload the data.
They do not see that I'm trying hard
to exude the happiness I feel; just
see me as stranger, and crop me out.