Camera and Aesthetics

Rain, are you a mirror or a glass?

I see manicured hands lifting lenses high — then sitting back in their cars and snap! and snap! and snap!

A filtered drizzle, an aesthetic post,

"what scenery and a calming sound!"

While gutters swell and laborers lie.

Each drop applauded from a Hamam-house view

Falls like debt on backs already bowed.

The city's arteries clog with rue, But captions call it "beauty overflowed"

Their poetry pools in rooftop drains,

While we wade deep through the working rains.

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