photo booth

she walked to the photo booth and waited patiently
for someone else’s portrait to come out of the machine.

she moved on down the sidewalk
whose lines she viewed as several demarcations

the sky looked like the spots of the first drops of rain
on a 60 degree day in february.

she walked past two men in overcoats
observing someone
unnoticed
from a great distance.

everyone was off somewhere
gathering intelligence.

several smokers
were huddled in a corner
smoking,
once of whom was heard to remark

many people seemed beautiful once.

it was at this point that the portrait arrived in the proper slot.