Love Songs
( poem and photo by Rodney DeCroo)
A middle aged man and woman
at the table next to me in the cafe
were talking about love songs,
as she sipped unsweetened tea
and he nibbled at his gluten free muffin.
How they couldn't stand listening
to them. How they promoted
co-dependency and unrealistic expectations.
How they were the mother of all cliches.
How they failed to appreciate mature love
like eating breakfast together in silence,
paying the bills and raising children.
How like love itself they were nature's
way of tricking us into reproducing
the species. How they were ridiculous
like young lovers staring idiotically
into each other's eyes over candelit
dinners as the food goes cold
or gnawing each other's faces
at street corners and train stations.
As I listened I pretended to read
the owner's manual for my new camera
between sips of black coffee.
And talking about cliches, what's
with old men and photography?
Why do we wander the streets
taking photos of strangers
as they perform day to day tasks
like catching the bus to work
or buying tomatoes at the market?
What are we looking for as we
as we spend our nights staring
at digitized faces while we crop and edit?
I wouldn't have had time for this
when I was young. I was too busy
staring into her eyes
and singing love songs.
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