poetry

how do we look for life
in red-circled numbers
accessorizing iconic bells?

i saw one, yesterday,
and where did it lead me?

to pictures,
two pictures,
of two beloved women
whose images
i posted out of ...

pride?
a yearning to have my
delight in
beloved
beings of
beauty
given validation?
the hope that
by sharing joy
i might better the world?
improve upon it?
really? when it has already given me
these two revelations
of what perfection looks like?

i saw that red number
chased it
and found

that whoever had liked
my photos
(your photos)
meant so much less to me
than the simple opportunity
to see them again
and be reminded

of what i have