A man and a woman,
Husband and wife
Walk down the street
Together in the city, living the life.
They approach a small art gallery
Where they stop to peer in.
The window contains a few
Of the paintings found within.
To the side, on the wall
An innocent view from behind
The husband looking over,
Hoping his wife won’t mind.
Another painting in the window
Has interested the woman
Despite the fact that the man
Just doesn’t seem a fan.
They move along, continuing on
Down the street, not a thought at all
I wonder, had the husband been yelled at
For peering at the painting on the wall?
Had she even noticed at all?
March 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
A man and a woman,
Husband and wife
Walk down the street
Together in the city, living the life.
They approach a small art gallery
Where they stop to peer in.
The window contains a few
Of the paintings found within.
To the side, on the wall
An innocent view from behind
The husband looking over,
Hoping his wife won’t mind.
Another painting in the window
Has interested the woman
Despite the fact that the man
Just doesn’t seem a fan.
They move along, continuing on
Down the street, not a thought at all
I wonder, had the husband been yelled at
For peering at the painting on the wall?
Had she even noticed at all?
March 4, 2012
I wrote this one for my Contemporary Arts class. It is influenced by a photograph taken by Robert Doisneau that is contained in a series called "The Sideways Glance"
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