Summer Spectacle

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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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