I see the reflection of people
made of bronze holding hands
silhouetted on my phone’s screen.
sun casts light on their cast metal frame
through blinds, they peak through windowpanes.

I’m not sure what they like,
who they like, where they like it,
when and why they like it, but who cares?
(In a perfect world who would care?)

They seem happy…
                                                                                                             I look away.