Passers-by are moving pictures,
Cinematic and dramatic,
Each life a plot,
A protagonist,
A story climbing to its climax,
Running to its denouement,
I see them in frames,
Portraits line the streets,
They stand as simple cameos,
Allusions and references,
To other stories,
Let me reach into your frame then,
Let me into your process,
Let me watch the memories grace the canvas,
You are a moving picture,
When will you escape the frame?