Watercolor and Gold

Can these photographs be taken through
watercolor irises?
I forgot my camera at Niagara Falls so I
asked the tour guide whether
the falls would still be there tomorrow.
They shift a little bit each year, he answered,
but they'll still be here tomorrow.
I say who knows.
Who knows if the things we see today are here to stay
like hangliders of coconut trees,
dancers of ladybugs,
Tell me,
what are the skyscrapers of which you speak?
What are these man-made things other than
hunks of metal and glass perceived by
orbs implanted into our craniums
then flipped 360
so we can say wow.
The real beauty is in the man
who stands outside the bar
next door
beard the only clothes his own,
cover his photograph eyes with
a hat of cocaine and heroine
he asks where his albums have gone.
All he has is a broken
moment of peace engrained in
his memory strong
as sapphire, malleable as gold,
What is it that he sees, what we see?
Pain a picture with golden irises, and
nobody can see it.
What's the point of under appreciated art?