Fés Sunset

Here's a little poem I started one night three months ago and put away until just last night:

Isn't it romantic,
the blush of clouds and
alleyways that go on for days.

We mount the roofs,
throwing off our lens caps
with reckless abandon and

zooming our zooms,
as eager as tourists
to get our fill, to give up

a shutter,
and shrink from
the unlovely scene.