What a trite thing happiness is when photographed.
We become the little eye in the sky above;
Spend long moments looking at someone else's Love.
To give that away would be criminally daft.
It's a warm, oceanic feeling; nary a shark!
The kids never having seen mother so happy --
so that's the guy they whisper about, our pappy,
behind our backs at school. "Hey, condom leaks," they snark.
.
I dunno. These bird's eye views of a fading life,
memories become memes, gifs that keep on giffing,
luffing, farther and farther away, soul-riffing
at the smiles on the faces of others. Some wife!
.
Whether prelude or epilogue, Julian's free,
But who's the cameraman, Harold Holt up a tree?
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*Harold Holt was the 17th Australian Prime Minister. On December 17, 1967 he went for a swim in the sea and never re-emerged. Some said the CIA did it; some the Chinese. The Australians yawned and named a swimming center after him.
** Photo from the ABC, provided by Stella Assange. See: click here