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Summer Spectacle
I stepped into a shack
counterfeit sunglasses
displayed on its rack.
Keeper looked at me
A plea on his face
To buy a pair, perhaps two.
He meekly followed me close
Trying generic as I went
Returning as I tried.
What is it that you seek
Was etched on his sad little face.
A special one as in unusual
Was on mine.
He disappeared behind
A dirty old curtain
Where he kept
His couture best!
Emerged with silken pouches
Of frames; red, black and blue
Of round, square and oval;
Filtered and tinted lenses.
I gazed through
One after another
Mere to push them back.
He vanished once again
To bring cases with gold letters
Engraved on were designers names
Kline, Dior, Versace, Ray-ban.
Tsk-tsked I; not them!
Dejected, he stared.
Uniquely singular, I said.
Show me one pair
That through which
I can see future!
Distraught and dismayed
Without words he conveyed
That I understood.
If he such pair did own
Wouldn’t he have worn
A genuine from a pseudo
Buyer such as I to discern?
charu
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