Steps

A flash, and he was gone;

The various blacks, whites, and greys

Burned themselves onto the paper.

A single moment captured

That tells a stinted tale.

As sure as we can assume

That the woman took her next step

And the man followed her lead,

We can assume that many more

Were taken since.

But what of the tall man

In the grey suit

Standing afar,

Or the dozens of others

Who sit beside him?

Do they not all

Take their steps as well?

Which way do they step

To go home?

Should we not wonder,

Which of them are

Married?

Rich?

Homeless?

Dead?