trouble

I had my camera and I took a shot through
the shop window
and a rather tall ugly lady
neck bent forward
ran out of the shop.

“what are you doing?”
she asked,
“what did you photograph?”

“I photographed the naked manikin,”
I told her.

“I’d rather you didn’t take any more
photos,” she said.

“all right,” I said and I walked down
the street with my camera
with her staring after me.

I felt guilty and upset even though
I had done nothing really
improper.
it usually happened to me
at least once a day.

I turned, dropped to one knee,
focused, and photographed her.
she waved her arms and screamed
and I shot her again.

the trouble with these people is
that their cities have never been
bombed and their mothers have never
been told to shut up.