that day
you stood behind me
in the crowded
park
a big man with a camera
around your neck
hands nearly smothering it
i turned
looked into your eyes
& asked
"aren't you charles mingus"
you turned your head slightly to the left
looked off into the distance
said very softly in that slightly husky voice
"i'm not charles mingus today. i'm
a photographer."
i turned back toward the stage.
waited for the music to begin.