The Inadvertent Muse – A Street Photography Poem

Every now and then a shoot turns into a poem.

I found him wandering, shade in hand. An umbrella aloft in this sunlit land. A curious figure, black against blue. I couldn’t help it. He just walked into my view.

So I chased him down that busy street, his shade a dance, a rhythm to meet. A fleeting muse with each step he took, while the high set sun was set to cook. Up and down that street I rolled, my camera cocked, my instincts bold.

I’m a photographer, sure, but I’m not a creeper. Just a friendly stalker with hopes for a keeper.

Here I stand with images clear, of the fella with the umbrella, forever near.