Nikon, Pt. 1

I imagine you down the basement floor of the museum In the records room, away from view The quiet life of family Having been removed, through a quick escape to the island When you walked upright, before the light I could see you from the 11th floor of the hotel Past the burned out books, toward a line In either hand a shopping bag So I loaded my Nikon up And I started shooting And you walked upright before the light