III.

He admires her elegance,
that crisp feline stare,
her constantly changing surveillance

over the tiny gallery's entrance.
It's not his first visit here.
But still, he admires the elegance

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of his situation, the quiet insistence
of her gun (the same black as her hair).
Her constantly changing surveillance,

warm then cold; if only he could rinse
himself in her stare.
He admires her elegance.

To him, the print's
worth more than American dollars just for
that constantly changing surveillance.

They leave the shop together, an odd pair—
her tucked under his arm with a look of despair.
Him, admiring the elegance
of her constantly changing surveillance.